[Guren isn't an idiot. He knows the type of person Dextera is, the things he puts up with, both here and at home. He knows that Dextera will nod every time they promise this, but that something could kill him here at any time. That he'd let it happen, because he'd be too meek to raise a hand unless it's something straightforward like a battle.
Guren is going back and forth on feeling better or worse, but at least Dextera moving closer helps. He shifts their joined hands to actually intertwine their fingers.]
I'm fine. [He has his own lies that he insists on every time, so it should be fine. But he's worried, and he wants to know Dextera is close. Curling his fingers loosely against his chest, Guren tilts his head so that he can lean in closer, pressing his lips to Dextera's in a quiet ghost of a kiss.
It's faint, it's barely there, but it's what he wants.]
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Guren is going back and forth on feeling better or worse, but at least Dextera moving closer helps. He shifts their joined hands to actually intertwine their fingers.]
I'm fine. [He has his own lies that he insists on every time, so it should be fine. But he's worried, and he wants to know Dextera is close. Curling his fingers loosely against his chest, Guren tilts his head so that he can lean in closer, pressing his lips to Dextera's in a quiet ghost of a kiss.
It's faint, it's barely there, but it's what he wants.]