[ They're close, getting closer, and there's a familiar look on Dorian's face that he recognizes, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt in an effort to make some sense of whatever this is supposed to be. What had he gotten into when he'd left? Larus tries to glean what he can from Dorian's expression before settling a little beneath the weight of his body.
At least he's in a better mood now. ]
It isn't space I'm asking for. [ Clearly. ] I just want to know what it is you're thinking.
[ That's honest enough, and he'd like some clarity. Still, even as he says it, Larus gently tugs at Dorian to draw him forward, loosening his grip enough to slide his palm down his side and feel him. The warmth he's come to associate with him is wanted more than he can admit, especially after hours of being alone with his own thoughts and what might come of this thing they'd started together. ]
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At least he's in a better mood now. ]
It isn't space I'm asking for. [ Clearly. ] I just want to know what it is you're thinking.
[ That's honest enough, and he'd like some clarity. Still, even as he says it, Larus gently tugs at Dorian to draw him forward, loosening his grip enough to slide his palm down his side and feel him. The warmth he's come to associate with him is wanted more than he can admit, especially after hours of being alone with his own thoughts and what might come of this thing they'd started together. ]