[Guren watches as he so easily relaxes into him, and he's immediately captivated. What a simple gesture it is, relaxing like that, turning into him— but it makes his heart throb, and his expression softens while he's not worried about keeping it one way or the other. Like this, relaxed and happy, Dextera does look his best. If those wounds and blood stains were gone, it would be perfect.
He's not exactly comfortable on this tiny bed himself, but feeling that weight next to and leaning into him is comfortable. It makes him relax a little more himself, and he lets out a slow breath he was holding.
Again, he wants to kiss him, but he's holding it back. The look he has pointed at Dextera certainly isn't lacking in any of that fondness, affection or desire, but all he does is tuck that blanket in a little over Dextera's further shoulder, and then settle back into the bed a bit more himself.
Silence is fine, just like this, the two of them, and so he doesn't say a word this time.]
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He's not exactly comfortable on this tiny bed himself, but feeling that weight next to and leaning into him is comfortable. It makes him relax a little more himself, and he lets out a slow breath he was holding.
Again, he wants to kiss him, but he's holding it back. The look he has pointed at Dextera certainly isn't lacking in any of that fondness, affection or desire, but all he does is tuck that blanket in a little over Dextera's further shoulder, and then settle back into the bed a bit more himself.
Silence is fine, just like this, the two of them, and so he doesn't say a word this time.]