[ that gives dextera pause, and he glances back at damian once they’re both inside and the door is closed. there’s genuine curiosity on his face, and a little tinge of uncertainty—did he misunderstand the relationship they’ve been building here? are they not friends? everyone has been so quick to claim friendship, in this town, that maybe dextera got used to the wrong kind of normal.
no subject
he pauses. ]
…I am?
[ there’s clearly a question in it. ]