[ Ah. The instant stillness in the air between them becomes very apparent, and Dokja finds himself at a loss for words. There's a million ways he could misconstrue this sentiment, and a million more excuses that come to the forefront of his thoughts of why this couldn't possibly be a genuine form of care toward him of all people, but he finds that he's too exhausted to reach for any of them.
And maybe it would be nice to think that Eustace really does worry about him, as vulnerable as that feels. ]
Oh.
[ It slips past his lips before Dokja can think to stop it, and he's suddenly grateful for how dark it is in the room and that Eustace has turned away from him, because he can most definitely feel his face heat up. In a mad scramble to save the situation, Dokja hurries to say more. ]
It wasn't so bad since... [ His voice grows quieter in embarrassment. ] Well, you showed up.
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And maybe it would be nice to think that Eustace really does worry about him, as vulnerable as that feels. ]
Oh.
[ It slips past his lips before Dokja can think to stop it, and he's suddenly grateful for how dark it is in the room and that Eustace has turned away from him, because he can most definitely feel his face heat up. In a mad scramble to save the situation, Dokja hurries to say more. ]
It wasn't so bad since... [ His voice grows quieter in embarrassment. ] Well, you showed up.