[Funny how his heart goes and flutters at those words, dancing about in his chest all the more at the kiss to his forehead. He mentally curses at himself for that familiar surge of hope for things that he knows -- he knows -- can't be real.
He still can't help smiling up at him like Dorian's just given him a gift he doesn't know how to thank him for. A nod and he forces himself to take a step back.]
That'd be nice, thanks.
[If he's going to be staying here for a while. He does perk up as he adds,] Yeah, see you later.
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Date: 2023-05-23 06:13 am (UTC)He still can't help smiling up at him like Dorian's just given him a gift he doesn't know how to thank him for. A nod and he forces himself to take a step back.]
That'd be nice, thanks.
[If he's going to be staying here for a while. He does perk up as he adds,] Yeah, see you later.