[Orym is the one to lean back this time, eyes widening at the words like they don't entirely make sense to him. Dorian can't actually mean that. But oh the warmth that's spreading through his chest is overwhelming, an ache that is so much more distracting than the lingering pain from the bruises.]
I... [He won't tear up at that. He won't. Fuck he is.]
It's not forcing anything if it's you. [There's not even pretense if it's Dorian. But, still, he ducks his head so that Dorian can't see the shine in his eyes.]
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I... [He won't tear up at that. He won't. Fuck he is.]
It's not forcing anything if it's you. [There's not even pretense if it's Dorian. But, still, he ducks his head so that Dorian can't see the shine in his eyes.]
Will you still stay?