[Dorian hesitates, something in him tripping and catching at those words. Rather than latch onto the annoyed impulse that follows right away, he places a last kiss on Larus' jaw, and then tilts his head to meet his gaze, frowning.]
How am I trying hard? [As if he wouldalthough he kind of did.]
no subject
How am I trying hard? [As if he would
although he kind of did.]