[ Cuddling together in bed... (my own voice) Cute...
It's hard to believe they'd ever not been this way with how comfortably Dokja slots himself in beside Eustace, head dropping to the side to lean against Eustace's shoulder. After months of the same routine, Dokja's grown more than accustomed to these affectionate acts in moments of privacy, and he fiddles with the hem of Eustace's shirt as he quietly nods.
As for whether or not there's anything else that needs to be said, Dokja can't immediately think of one off the top of his head that isn't just begging Eustace to never die again. But he does try and give it a great deal of thought, even if he continues to come to the same request over and over again.
Eustace's death is going to haunt him for a while, that much is obvious. ]
I don't know, [ he answers indecisively, his fingers stilling from their motions to hang on Eustace's shirt instead. ] I guess I wish I knew what you were thinking more.
[ A little funny coming from the guy who never talks about himself, but also somewhat understandable considering Dokja had once lived a life where he could (incorrectly) read everyone else. ]
no subject
It's hard to believe they'd ever not been this way with how comfortably Dokja slots himself in beside Eustace, head dropping to the side to lean against Eustace's shoulder. After months of the same routine, Dokja's grown more than accustomed to these affectionate acts in moments of privacy, and he fiddles with the hem of Eustace's shirt as he quietly nods.
As for whether or not there's anything else that needs to be said, Dokja can't immediately think of one off the top of his head that isn't just begging Eustace to never die again. But he does try and give it a great deal of thought, even if he continues to come to the same request over and over again.
Eustace's death is going to haunt him for a while, that much is obvious. ]
I don't know, [ he answers indecisively, his fingers stilling from their motions to hang on Eustace's shirt instead. ] I guess I wish I knew what you were thinking more.
[ A little funny coming from the guy who never talks about himself, but also somewhat understandable considering Dokja had once lived a life where he could (incorrectly) read everyone else. ]