[That sleep-disarranged hair has been itching at him since Larus sat down, and as the young man starts to backtrack on last night's discussion emotionally, Dorian reaches out to touch thick, chaotic waves with slow, gentle fingers.
Another beat, and he settles the teacup in his hands down onto the coffee table. ]
I meant every word. [The decision had bubbled up on a whim, but now he's seized on it.] I wouldn't have offered it if I didn't.
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Another beat, and he settles the teacup in his hands down onto the coffee table. ]
I meant every word. [The decision had bubbled up on a whim, but now he's seized on it.] I wouldn't have offered it if I didn't.