[ Dorian’s breath hitches softly, surprised when those arms come around him instead. Immediately he wraps his arms around Orym’s waist in return, holding him close as he releases a shaky sigh. ]
I don’t want you to be “useful”, Orym. I just want you to be you.
[ It’s all he’s ever really wanted, and he would take Orym any way he could have him. But he wants it to be Orym’s choice, not because he had to be here.
Gently tightening his hold around Orym, his fingers tangle in his shirt. ]
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I don’t want you to be “useful”, Orym. I just want you to be you.
[ It’s all he’s ever really wanted, and he would take Orym any way he could have him. But he wants it to be Orym’s choice, not because he had to be here.
Gently tightening his hold around Orym, his fingers tangle in his shirt. ]
I’ll fix this…I promise.