[ His fingers still once others come to join him, and Dokja doesn't even think as he releases the shirt to curl his hand into Eustace's instead. He'd never really done anything like this before Kenos, but strangely enough, it's become a regular thing between the two of them here, and he won't deny that it comes as a comfort. It's easy to slot their hands together like this, fingers intertwined, the heat of their palms held close, and Dokja hadn't realized how much he'd missed it until now.

He won't lie and say that he isn't disappointed at not hearing a promise, but he knows that's unreasonable of him. Neither of them are in control of the situation they're in, and a sharp pang shoots through his heart at that reminder.

If only he could do something. A dark, possessive thought creeps along the corners of his mind, but Dokja's quick to recognize it as not belonging to him, and he smothers it before it manifests to the surface. He... has to be careful now. Even more than before.

With a shaking exhale, he nods once more. ]

Okay, [ he says softly, not sounding entirely convinced. ] I'll try, but... it might take a couple of days.

[ Dokja finally glances back up to meet Eustace's gaze before quickly looking away. He's not used to admitting things like this. He's not sure why it puts an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach, or why he's suddenly so aware of their proximity to each other. ]

I won't follow you everywhere, but while you're home, I'd just... want to be around.