[...It does help. The kiss brings him a warmth that he was longing to come back in that nightmare, and he lifts his chin again to watch Dextera. It's still difficult to shake the image of him dead, lying before him in a coffin, not breathing no matter how Guren tried to bring him back. But with touch like this... he can force the sight away.
His free hand moves, resting fondly at Dextera's other cheek, brushing his fingers there, and moving them back to his neck. His breathing is steadying. He's glad he was here, at Dextera's side, so he could be soothed so immediately. If he were in his own house, he might have had to walk all the way here and wake Dextera up without explanation.
But his hand is traveling down Dextera's neck, to the front of his chest, stopping at where his heart is.]
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His free hand moves, resting fondly at Dextera's other cheek, brushing his fingers there, and moving them back to his neck. His breathing is steadying. He's glad he was here, at Dextera's side, so he could be soothed so immediately. If he were in his own house, he might have had to walk all the way here and wake Dextera up without explanation.
But his hand is traveling down Dextera's neck, to the front of his chest, stopping at where his heart is.]
Don't go anywhere.