[Dorian considers ignoring that and continuing to come onto Larus (it's easier than trying to dig into what happened earlier), perhaps pushing him down into the seat cushions to press his mouth against the soft column of his throat. But it's an innocent enough question. It isn't as if he's asking him to answer for any of his behavior earlier. It's being let off easy-- although in the other man's case, it's always a possibility that he simply wasn't hurt enough by it to care, or that he just shrugged it off entirely. It's always difficult to tell with Larus.

Dorian sits up, giving himself just enough room to think, and pushes a handful of curls out of his face with the butt of a palm. A short exhale of breath, of the coiled-up energy inside, helps him redirect his thoughts.]

That I'm glad you're motivated to not to throw yourself into the void sooner than your time.

[A hand comes out to trail fingers down Larus' chest. It's an affectionate, if amorously-tinged, touch.]

I think there's something here between us. Something more than just the whole contracted partners arrangement. [He knows what it is on his side, but he'll be damned before he comes out with it so soon. It'd be too much all at once.] All I did while I was out is decide that I wanted to seize it while it's still there-- while you're still here.