[ Dorian smiles softly, a bit sadly, as his free hand gently catches Orym’s chin to tilt his head up, brushing his lips over Orym’s tenderly. ]

You’ve always been so strong, Orym. It’s one of the reasons I admired you, and why I was always willing to follow you, to the ends of the world.

But I never…I never realized how much pressure that put on you. How difficult it must be to feel like you have to be strong all the time, to feel like you have to take care of everyone else. How lonely it must be…and I’m so sorry. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like that.