[ When he lifts his eyes and catches the wetness to Dohalim's own, the response is automatic. One hand releases the hold he had on his wrist and finds a new place at the Renan's cheek, fingers splaying out and his thumb settling under his eyes. It shouldn't bother him to see him cry. Not after the decades spent living in hell under the heel of people like him.
But Dohalim wasn't those people.
He was so much more than them. A polished stone among rough, half-broken ones. One that was meant to be cherished and not thrown into the grinder like so many others had been. And... Zephyr was nearly on the brink of doing that himself, wasn't he? ]
Tell me that it's what you want. No fancy words.
[ A twinge of amusement slips into his voice despite the way it nearly wavers, and Zephyr drops his forehead back down to Dohalim's. ]
Say it like I'm dumber than every last rock in Calaglia.
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But Dohalim wasn't those people.
He was so much more than them. A polished stone among rough, half-broken ones. One that was meant to be cherished and not thrown into the grinder like so many others had been. And... Zephyr was nearly on the brink of doing that himself, wasn't he? ]
Tell me that it's what you want. No fancy words.
[ A twinge of amusement slips into his voice despite the way it nearly wavers, and Zephyr drops his forehead back down to Dohalim's. ]
Say it like I'm dumber than every last rock in Calaglia.