[ staring is all he has, when his voice fails him. they've communicated well enough without a laptop before now, with dextera writing out his answers on guren's hand, but now that seems almost... trivial. there are so many things that he could say and none of them would be satisfied on a word alone.
he doesn't care that guren is bloodied, that both of them are bloodied and have only just come back from the brink of death. all that matters is that guren is here, and alive, and warm. his heartbeat under dextera's palm is a welcome reminder that his mistakes didn't get guren killed. ]
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[ he pulls his fingers out from under guren's now, but only to guide guren's hand from his chest to dextera's face, replacing his palm against his cheek. more than a bandage or a gauze, he wants this. ]
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he doesn't care that guren is bloodied, that both of them are bloodied and have only just come back from the brink of death. all that matters is that guren is here, and alive, and warm. his heartbeat under dextera's palm is a welcome reminder that his mistakes didn't get guren killed. ]
...
[ he pulls his fingers out from under guren's now, but only to guide guren's hand from his chest to dextera's face, replacing his palm against his cheek. more than a bandage or a gauze, he wants this. ]