[Such a gently spoken name would have him blushing any other time. Right now, though, it underlines the significance of everything that just happened. Guren can shove his tears back and pretend he's fine, despite the way his chest still throbs and his throat feels dry, but... It was a barely sort of thing.
His other arm moves to wrap around Dextera, pulling him into his chest, held hand and all. He doesn't care if that squeeze hurts. It's a reminder that they're both still alive.]
I'm right here. It's okay. [Patiently, softly, he speaks. His free hand runs down the back of Dextera's head, through his hair, and then he's rubbing his back, slow and repetitive.] We're tougher than we look.
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His other arm moves to wrap around Dextera, pulling him into his chest, held hand and all. He doesn't care if that squeeze hurts. It's a reminder that they're both still alive.]
I'm right here. It's okay. [Patiently, softly, he speaks. His free hand runs down the back of Dextera's head, through his hair, and then he's rubbing his back, slow and repetitive.] We're tougher than we look.