[ dextera feels more like himself, around guren. losing his memories made him reserved, made him afraid—but guren has never taken advantage of that any more than a normal person would, and dextera was able to respond with his true self in kind.
now, it’s paid off. he squeezes guren’s fingers instead of speaking, finding his energy to answer draining out of him the more he lies here with his eyes closed. eventually, he’s thinking nothing at all, slipping into a well-earned rest.
this one is plagued with no nightmares, perhaps due to guren’s sure and steady weight at his side, their fingers laced together. ]
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now, it’s paid off. he squeezes guren’s fingers instead of speaking, finding his energy to answer draining out of him the more he lies here with his eyes closed. eventually, he’s thinking nothing at all, slipping into a well-earned rest.
this one is plagued with no nightmares, perhaps due to guren’s sure and steady weight at his side, their fingers laced together. ]