[ Yes, home. Get used to it. The first time Dokja had let that word slip in conversation, he'd paused in both disbelief and mild horror, but it's gotten easier to say the more he says it. And with Eustace back, with him here, it feels more like home than before with the way they comfortably slot back into their well-established dynamic. Dokja doesn't even bother hiding the relief on his face when Eustace agrees, anxiety now finally starting to bleed away. ]
What for? We've both fit on this bed before.
[ He doesn't think about his words as he says them, only a moment's pause to show that he's caught what he'd said a little too late. But rather than awkwardly dwell on it, Dokja just barges on ahead.
Strangely, he finds that he doesn't have the energy to care about how it sounds. ]
Are you tired? Did you want to rest for a bit? I can read next to you while you do.
[ No promises not to watch Eustace while he sleeps, though. You know, just to make sure he's actually there and breathing. Not for any other creepy reasons! ]
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What for? We've both fit on this bed before.
[ He doesn't think about his words as he says them, only a moment's pause to show that he's caught what he'd said a little too late. But rather than awkwardly dwell on it, Dokja just barges on ahead.
Strangely, he finds that he doesn't have the energy to care about how it sounds. ]
Are you tired? Did you want to rest for a bit? I can read next to you while you do.
[ No promises not to watch Eustace while he sleeps, though. You know, just to make sure he's actually there and breathing. Not for any other creepy reasons! ]