[He hesitates as Larus reaches for him, but then after a split moment's thought, he lets the other man take his arm in his hand and draw back the sleeve of his sweater. The skin below, although caked with blood and grime, has stitched back together, recreating the same perfect plane of flesh that has existed for over a century.]
Peachy. [It's a relief, oddly, to let the truth be seen in such a straightforward way. Surprising, too, that there's no accompanying sense of regret. After this evening, he wants Larus to know. Dorian's eyes flick up to take in the other man's reaction, focused and intent on not missing a moment of it.
At least some kind of explanation is deserved.]
We're both something a little other, as you can see; This is why I was able to help you the way I did.
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Peachy. [It's a relief, oddly, to let the truth be seen in such a straightforward way. Surprising, too, that there's no accompanying sense of regret. After this evening, he wants Larus to know. Dorian's eyes flick up to take in the other man's reaction, focused and intent on not missing a moment of it.
At least some kind of explanation is deserved.]
We're both something a little other, as you can see; This is why I was able to help you the way I did.