[ dextera should bring him some water, or some of that hot chocolate he gained from the quest. it’s warm outside, but a hot liquid down a sore throat can only help, can’t it? he’ll ask later, whatever he decides, and he takes the moment to listen to damian scold himself. ]
I couldn’t have.
[ that’s all there is to it. dextera scoots just a little closer, again, and offers out his hand—he doesn’t know if damian will take it, but he always feels better when he touches someone.
damian wasn’t stupid. no one can be perfect all the time. ]
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I couldn’t have.
[ that’s all there is to it. dextera scoots just a little closer, again, and offers out his hand—he doesn’t know if damian will take it, but he always feels better when he touches someone.
damian wasn’t stupid. no one can be perfect all the time. ]