Guren brushes his fingers against Dextera's cheek, watching his expression. He wants the comfort? Maybe a hug would be the right thing to do? But he's awkward and he's sad and that would take his eyes off of him. He doesn't think he wants that right now. He's holding his breath, for some reason, but it slips out in a soft sigh at this sight.
Of course. Of course this would help, and he feels silly for pulling back and thinking he'd only been comforting himself. He ducks down and forward, kissing the corner of Dextera's lips on the side without his hand. It's chaste, of course; he's lost in thoughts and emotions. Words, as usual, aren't enough. He swipes his thumb over his cheek, instead.]
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Guren brushes his fingers against Dextera's cheek, watching his expression. He wants the comfort? Maybe a hug would be the right thing to do? But he's awkward and he's sad and that would take his eyes off of him. He doesn't think he wants that right now. He's holding his breath, for some reason, but it slips out in a soft sigh at this sight.
Of course. Of course this would help, and he feels silly for pulling back and thinking he'd only been comforting himself. He ducks down and forward, kissing the corner of Dextera's lips on the side without his hand. It's chaste, of course; he's lost in thoughts and emotions. Words, as usual, aren't enough. He swipes his thumb over his cheek, instead.]