[ There goes his plan. There goes his plan entirely as soon as he hears the word friends, and there's a sudden ache in his chest and a lump in his throat that he can't explain. It's a word that he uses sparingly, if at all, and something that he'd always cowered away from, but in a surprising twist, Dokja's drawn to it now.
He thinks of all the "friends" he's lost along his journey, whether he'd meant to or not, and it's this deeply saddening thought that has him seeking comfort in a way he normally wouldn't.
So he scoots closer, crossing the small gap between them until he's curled up against Eustace's side, where Dokja then proceeds to press his forehead against the other man's shoulder. Just reassurance... Just something to remind him that he's not alone despite the losses, both recent and old. And if the very tips of his fingers also come to rest against Eustace's arm in uncertainty, well, that's to keep another point of contact to make sure he doesn't leave. ]
I'll know if you do.
[ It's a half-hearted attempt at a threat, but really, it comes out sounding more desperate than anything else. There's an obvious reluctance thrumming from underneath his skin, but exhaustion finally wins out, and Dokja finds his eyes slipping closed as sleep starts to overtake him. ]
heart breaks
He thinks of all the "friends" he's lost along his journey, whether he'd meant to or not, and it's this deeply saddening thought that has him seeking comfort in a way he normally wouldn't.
So he scoots closer, crossing the small gap between them until he's curled up against Eustace's side, where Dokja then proceeds to press his forehead against the other man's shoulder. Just reassurance... Just something to remind him that he's not alone despite the losses, both recent and old. And if the very tips of his fingers also come to rest against Eustace's arm in uncertainty, well, that's to keep another point of contact to make sure he doesn't leave. ]
I'll know if you do.
[ It's a half-hearted attempt at a threat, but really, it comes out sounding more desperate than anything else. There's an obvious reluctance thrumming from underneath his skin, but exhaustion finally wins out, and Dokja finds his eyes slipping closed as sleep starts to overtake him. ]