Then what is it? What do you care about? What is the problem...
[Zephyr is touching him, yet Dohalim can hardly feel it. He's already in his head. Mind turning over and over the past few weeks in his head. The caution in Zephyr's eyes, and lack of anything past their usual affection and intimacy. If anything, a slight decline.
The Dahnan is so close, but feels terribly far away. Farther now than ever.
When Zephyr says he doesn't want to 'scare him off', Dohalim's heart sinks into his gut. He knows what's coming next. A soft rejection, in favour of protecting what they have. Their friendship and familial ties. Dohalim shouldn't be upset. Really, he should be grateful he's received as much from Zephyr as he's been given, but it hurts nonetheless.
It's Dohalim's turn to shut his eyes, fighting back hot tears. He tugs at his wrist, attempting to step back and put space between them. Before his traitorous body humiliates him anymore than he's already humiliated himself.]
Please, I don't need your pity. We can retain what we had. I simply misunderstood your interest. I'm sorry for... all of this. I was wrong to assume.
[Delusional, really. As Dohalim is with most things in life. Always caught up in his flights of fantasy with little thought to reality, or the people caught in his wake.]
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[Zephyr is touching him, yet Dohalim can hardly feel it. He's already in his head. Mind turning over and over the past few weeks in his head. The caution in Zephyr's eyes, and lack of anything past their usual affection and intimacy. If anything, a slight decline.
The Dahnan is so close, but feels terribly far away. Farther now than ever.
When Zephyr says he doesn't want to 'scare him off', Dohalim's heart sinks into his gut. He knows what's coming next. A soft rejection, in favour of protecting what they have. Their friendship and familial ties. Dohalim shouldn't be upset. Really, he should be grateful he's received as much from Zephyr as he's been given, but it hurts nonetheless.
It's Dohalim's turn to shut his eyes, fighting back hot tears. He tugs at his wrist, attempting to step back and put space between them. Before his traitorous body humiliates him anymore than he's already humiliated himself.]
Please, I don't need your pity. We can retain what we had. I simply misunderstood your interest. I'm sorry for... all of this. I was wrong to assume.
[Delusional, really. As Dohalim is with most things in life. Always caught up in his flights of fantasy with little thought to reality, or the people caught in his wake.]