[It's almost unfair to hear that question. Arms coming around him and breath on his bare skin, Guren was already warm but he's only feeling warmer. They have a plan now. A way out and back to some semblance of peace, even if this place is too far from either of their homes. It's something they can aim for, and the time between then and now is open to fill, almost.
He's scolding himself a little for letting his mind wander in this direction. For wanting something as simple as contact, attention, affection, touch— but he's always given in to desires. What's the point of living if he can't enjoy these things?]
...It's not enough. [So, he decides on a bold answer, pulling his hand back just to trace over Dextera's arm.]
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He's scolding himself a little for letting his mind wander in this direction. For wanting something as simple as contact, attention, affection, touch— but he's always given in to desires. What's the point of living if he can't enjoy these things?]
...It's not enough. [So, he decides on a bold answer, pulling his hand back just to trace over Dextera's arm.]