[ …it’s all dextera can do not to sob, really. he knew other people cared about guren. of course he did. guren was far more of a fixture in this town than dextera ever has been, but it’s different, seeing damian’s honest feelings—so honest that they thrust both him and dextera out of the heart.
he wishes he could have stayed a little longer, to socialize with that stag, but it’s fine. it was enough. just as damian’s heart holds guren within it… maybe dextera’s can, too. ]
…
[ ah, it hurts. ]
It’s OK to cry.
[ dextera does all the time, after all. damian has seen it. he’s probably seeing it now, before dextera quickly lifts his own hand to brush away the tears threatening to drown his face. with his other, he squeezes damian’s hand, taking advantage of these last vestiges of vulnerability before damian’s tween pride kicks in. ]
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he wishes he could have stayed a little longer, to socialize with that stag, but it’s fine. it was enough. just as damian’s heart holds guren within it… maybe dextera’s can, too. ]
…
[ ah, it hurts. ]
It’s OK to cry.
[ dextera does all the time, after all. damian has seen it. he’s probably seeing it now, before dextera quickly lifts his own hand to brush away the tears threatening to drown his face. with his other, he squeezes damian’s hand, taking advantage of these last vestiges of vulnerability before damian’s tween pride kicks in. ]