[ He hears the words Eustace speaks, understands what they mean, but Dokja can't bring himself to believe them. If he isn't responsible for the safety and well-being of his loved ones, of Eustace, then what worth does he have? He's tied so much of his existence into the lives of others in the hope of finding purpose somewhere, anywhere, that the idea of not lashing out at himself for this utter failure is inconceivable to him.
The hard lump in his throat from before returns, and Dokja can't muster up a response. He's not sure he even wants to be reasoned with right now, as childish as that is, and it is childish. He should be grateful to have Eustace back. This should be a happy occasion for the both of them, reunited after being apart for a week, but he can't find an ounce of that happiness anywhere. He's always been a pessimist, prone to be too critical of himself, even though he so often masquerades under the guise of foolish confidence.
All he does want is to take Eustace back home where they both belong.
But in order to do that, Eustace has to finish dressing himself. Once more, Dokja reluctantly pulls away, but not entirely. He keeps his arms loosely around Eustace instead, gaze turned downward to stare at the space between their feet as he waits for the pants to go on. ]
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The hard lump in his throat from before returns, and Dokja can't muster up a response. He's not sure he even wants to be reasoned with right now, as childish as that is, and it is childish. He should be grateful to have Eustace back. This should be a happy occasion for the both of them, reunited after being apart for a week, but he can't find an ounce of that happiness anywhere. He's always been a pessimist, prone to be too critical of himself, even though he so often masquerades under the guise of foolish confidence.
All he does want is to take Eustace back home where they both belong.
But in order to do that, Eustace has to finish dressing himself. Once more, Dokja reluctantly pulls away, but not entirely. He keeps his arms loosely around Eustace instead, gaze turned downward to stare at the space between their feet as he waits for the pants to go on. ]