[ This feels familiar... Abel offering Dokja a drink...
He takes it with a small smile, hands wrapping around the cup to soak in the warmth from its sides for a moment before he carefully takes a sip. It's nice, warms him from the inside, and sweet just how he likes it.
... It causes a lump to form in his throat. As he lowers the cup to his lap, he finds that he can't raise his head to meet Abel's gaze.
Being taken care of like this... He'll never get used to it. He doesn't even deserve it for putting his companion in a dangerous situation like that. ]
I... I'm sorry. For what I put you through. Were you hurt at all?
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He takes it with a small smile, hands wrapping around the cup to soak in the warmth from its sides for a moment before he carefully takes a sip. It's nice, warms him from the inside, and sweet just how he likes it.
... It causes a lump to form in his throat. As he lowers the cup to his lap, he finds that he can't raise his head to meet Abel's gaze.
Being taken care of like this... He'll never get used to it. He doesn't even deserve it for putting his companion in a dangerous situation like that. ]
I... I'm sorry. For what I put you through. Were you hurt at all?