[ Don't think he doesn't notice that slight pause in between getting an answer, and his eyebrows immediately draw together in concern. As a professional liar and secret keeper, he recognizes the signs that something is being kept from him, but before he can make a fuss about it, he's being pulled over to the bed. ]
But—
[ The protest ends up dying in his throat as he thinks about it. If he refuses to nap, then Eustace won't nap either, and he doesn't want that. At the same time, Dokja's a bit tense as they make the short walk over to the bed. Sleep has been restless and fleeting for him ever since he'd returned from Aetos's lab, and that's a side of himself that he doesn't want to potentially expose to Eustace should the night terrors come.
It's so silly how much neither of them wants to burden the other with their troubles.
In an effort to avoid questions, Dokja relents for now. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, before he reluctantly releases Eustace's hand so that he can swing his feet over. He doesn't lie down just yet, shoulders resting against the headboard with a pillow tucked against his back as he waits for Eustace to join him.
At least he's so preoccupied with his unpredictable state that he's not being too awkward about the bedsharing situation. And honestly, at this point and with what they've been through together, he doesn't know if he can even muster up that sort of awkwardness from before. ]
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But—
[ The protest ends up dying in his throat as he thinks about it. If he refuses to nap, then Eustace won't nap either, and he doesn't want that. At the same time, Dokja's a bit tense as they make the short walk over to the bed. Sleep has been restless and fleeting for him ever since he'd returned from Aetos's lab, and that's a side of himself that he doesn't want to potentially expose to Eustace should the night terrors come.
It's so silly how much neither of them wants to burden the other with their troubles.
In an effort to avoid questions, Dokja relents for now. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, before he reluctantly releases Eustace's hand so that he can swing his feet over. He doesn't lie down just yet, shoulders resting against the headboard with a pillow tucked against his back as he waits for Eustace to join him.
At least he's so preoccupied with his unpredictable state that he's not being too awkward about the bedsharing situation. And honestly, at this point and with what they've been through together, he doesn't know if he can even muster up that sort of awkwardness from before. ]