[ His idle puzzlement is shortlived, immediately dropkicked away as arms wrap around him tightly and the hard press of glasses dig into his shoulders. For a moment, he thinks he's being assaulted in some way - shoved over for being an unwanted intruder maybe, or tackled to the ground in the face of a third party assault. It's only after the initial wave of alarm passes that he has the presence of mind to put all the pieces together. The trembling shoulders at the bottom of his field of vision. The shaky breaths he can still hear despite how muffled they are in his shirt.
His fingers curl. Uncurl. Raise, then falter, then raise back up again until his own arms are wrapped around Dokja in a sad mirror of the hug he's been given, less desperate and more cautious. He isn't good at soothing words or comforting gestures, especially when he doesn't have any idea of the root cause of the discomfort. (Because all this misery can't be because of him. There's no way anyone would miss him that much.) ]
Sorry.
[ Just a single word, soft and regretful. For leaving (even against his will). For not being there when he said he would. For not coming back sooner (not that he would have known how). For making yet another person important to him cry, when all he'd ever wanted was their happiness.
With a sigh, he lets his head drop forward, eyes closing as his cheek comes to a rest against dark hair. Sensing the sudden downward tick in mood, Raisin the dog shifts his attention away from Eustace and back to Dokja, nose nudging softly against his leg. ]
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His fingers curl. Uncurl. Raise, then falter, then raise back up again until his own arms are wrapped around Dokja in a sad mirror of the hug he's been given, less desperate and more cautious. He isn't good at soothing words or comforting gestures, especially when he doesn't have any idea of the root cause of the discomfort. (Because all this misery can't be because of him. There's no way anyone would miss him that much.) ]
Sorry.
[ Just a single word, soft and regretful. For leaving (even against his will). For not being there when he said he would. For not coming back sooner (not that he would have known how). For making yet another person important to him cry, when all he'd ever wanted was their happiness.
With a sigh, he lets his head drop forward, eyes closing as his cheek comes to a rest against dark hair. Sensing the sudden downward tick in mood, Raisin the dog shifts his attention away from Eustace and back to Dokja, nose nudging softly against his leg. ]