[ They are most certainly a scene and while Dokja would normally be self-conscious about it, he's too deep in his feelings right now to pay it any mind. It's only when Eustace brings up the glasses for a second time that Dokja tenses in reaction, sure to be felt when held together like this, and he finally draws away with visible reluctance.
He can't meet Eustace's gaze for a number of reasons, the main one being that he won't be approaching the truth of the matter, the second in fear that the thin ring of gold around his right eye might be spotted, and the third being that Dokja looks like a damn mess after crying. He takes off the glasses, folding them into his pocket, and then raises both hands to rub away at his tear-stained face. How embarrassing. ]
I just need them to read, [ he admits, voice slightly hoarse thanks to the cryfest. ] My eyesight isn't what it used to be.
[ That makes him sound so old... But his gaze moves to take in Eustace's unsanitary state, and Dokja frowns as he reaches to take him by the wrist to pull him further inside the house. ]
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He can't meet Eustace's gaze for a number of reasons, the main one being that he won't be approaching the truth of the matter, the second in fear that the thin ring of gold around his right eye might be spotted, and the third being that Dokja looks like a damn mess after crying. He takes off the glasses, folding them into his pocket, and then raises both hands to rub away at his tear-stained face. How embarrassing. ]
I just need them to read, [ he admits, voice slightly hoarse thanks to the cryfest. ] My eyesight isn't what it used to be.
[ That makes him sound so old... But his gaze moves to take in Eustace's unsanitary state, and Dokja frowns as he reaches to take him by the wrist to pull him further inside the house. ]
... You need to get cleaned up.