[Orym looks up at him once more, considering protesting that he really is okay and Dorian doesn't need to worry. Again. But something that he sees in the other man's gaze stills the protest.
So instead he sits up and pulls his shirt off and over his head. He sets a hand at his throat lightly.] You saw this one...
[He will let Dorian see the others. A bruise at a shoulder blade from being thrown against the floor, an unkind bitemark bruising one pectoral, another visible on his untattooed bicep. He hesitates another moment before shifting his pants down just enough to show the start of two hand shaped bruises at his hips.
He's not sure why Dorian wants to see them, not sure if the very clear evidence that he's been with someone else tonight bothers him.]
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[Orym looks up at him once more, considering protesting that he really is okay and Dorian doesn't need to worry. Again. But something that he sees in the other man's gaze stills the protest.
So instead he sits up and pulls his shirt off and over his head. He sets a hand at his throat lightly.] You saw this one...
[He will let Dorian see the others. A bruise at a shoulder blade from being thrown against the floor, an unkind bitemark bruising one pectoral, another visible on his untattooed bicep. He hesitates another moment before shifting his pants down just enough to show the start of two hand shaped bruises at his hips.
He's not sure why Dorian wants to see them, not sure if the very clear evidence that he's been with someone else tonight bothers him.]