[He'd been looking away on purpose, to avoid making it awkward for Dextera, but now that he's being stared at himself... he lifts his gaze slowly to meet his. It's quiet again, and that same heavy tension that he doesn't have a name for is trying to settle in, again. It's not bad at all, but it does make Guren a bit restless.
He has plenty he wants to say, but he's never been good at saying it. He's glad they met. He's glad Dextera is alive. He wants to live with him, too. He wants him to be happy, no matter what. He just can't help but think that that last point might contradict with the earlier...
This staring is even getting to Guren, though. He can keep a straight face, but eventually, he'll want to break the silence before it gets too tense.]
We both look like a mess right now. [Yes, that's the reason for the staring, definitely. Guren pulls a hand back to rub at his cheek, where he's positive there must be dried blood. Just like everywhere else.] It's too bad it's not easier to take a bath.
[He wants one... Even if those aren't the most pleasant with wounds. He's used to it.]
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He has plenty he wants to say, but he's never been good at saying it. He's glad they met. He's glad Dextera is alive. He wants to live with him, too. He wants him to be happy, no matter what. He just can't help but think that that last point might contradict with the earlier...
This staring is even getting to Guren, though. He can keep a straight face, but eventually, he'll want to break the silence before it gets too tense.]
We both look like a mess right now. [Yes, that's the reason for the staring, definitely. Guren pulls a hand back to rub at his cheek, where he's positive there must be dried blood. Just like everywhere else.] It's too bad it's not easier to take a bath.
[He wants one... Even if those aren't the most pleasant with wounds. He's used to it.]