[ dextera looks as if he may have been close to crying, himself, when he pulls away from the hug—and the brightness of the sky above does force a few reactionary tears from his eyes anyway. he blinks away the refraction, and allows some distance to use his hands. ]
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[ dextera looks as if he may have been close to crying, himself, when he pulls away from the hug—and the brightness of the sky above does force a few reactionary tears from his eyes anyway. he blinks away the refraction, and allows some distance to use his hands. ]
I didn’t… mean to. I think you did.