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[ it hurts, of course. that look in guren’s eyes is something dextera can’t ever seem to wipe away completely, even if he can get warmth or a spark of joy when he does or says the right thing. guren has too much on his shoulders, especially here, where he’s inundated by his own plans. chroma, as much as it kept him away from these things and worried him for it, was almost like a vacation in comparison, wasn’t it? ]

…

[ he moves his hand to touch where guren’s heart is, but he doesn’t try to direct the conversation back to his request. ]

I’ll be okay. I might… sleep. Is that…?

[ dangerous? taboo, using guren’s bed? he’s really not sure. ]