[ Aah, his head feels stuffy and his face feels gross. Dokja's never much liked the aftermath of his crying fests, but he'd at least been alone to pull it together and not deal with the repercussions of anyone seeing him in such a vulnerable state. He finally pulls away from Abel, mostly to wipe the remnants of tears tracked down his face with the sleeve of his shirt.
He still can't meet the other man's eyes just yet.
So instead, he stares down at his lap and shakes his head at the question. No, he doesn't have a clue why Abel had decided to stick around. ]
Did you get kicked out of your room?
[ That seems like a legitimate thing that would happen to Abel. ]
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He still can't meet the other man's eyes just yet.
So instead, he stares down at his lap and shakes his head at the question. No, he doesn't have a clue why Abel had decided to stick around. ]
Did you get kicked out of your room?
[ That seems like a legitimate thing that would happen to Abel. ]