It's the right choice. [Dorian feels sure of that. He suspects, too, that Larus may need someone between them to be certain of it in this way.]
Tell me. [Dorian's posture relaxes, some of the intensity draining from his face and the way he's holding himself. Another breath, and one of the hands at Larus' neck drifts to peruse the other man's water-matted hair, smoothing appreciatively through the thick and heavy strands.] What don't I know?
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Tell me. [Dorian's posture relaxes, some of the intensity draining from his face and the way he's holding himself. Another breath, and one of the hands at Larus' neck drifts to peruse the other man's water-matted hair, smoothing appreciatively through the thick and heavy strands.] What don't I know?