[Dorian would like to believe he wasn't purposely avoiding their household, after everything was said and done. It was just that he didn't have time, he'd think, as he sits back and replays the events over in his head for what feels like hours. He didn't know what he could possibly say, he'd think, as he poured over the countless different lines of conversation he could provide if he just went over. He's too just too injured to go out, he'd think, as he changed the bandages of an injury much more minimal than any of them received.
He would like to, but he doesn't believe it. Dorian knows he just couldn't visit Prior knowing he was at the bedside of someone he utterly failed to rescue in time, on top of the lingering wariness of the unknown when it came to Prior's powers. He'd come by to lay wards around the place, make sure it wasn't possible to for anyone to break in unnoticed, but not a word of dialogue was exchanged. The guilt was just too heavy for a time, and he didn't have the stomach to try and play the "it'll be alright eventually" card when he doesn't really believe that himself.
He still doesn't. When Dorian does finally approach him, it's when he's spotted his familiar figure in the park, and after he's talked himself up into doing it. He doesn't announce himself, simply taking a deep breath as he slows to a stop next to Prior, and looks on rather than directly at him.
Whether it be peace or inner turmoil that he's interrupting, he doesn't know. He doesn't know how to broach it. Everything is shit.]
... You know, if you concentrate very hard on how beautiful this place can be... [He finally outstretches his arm, gesturing out to the grass of oncoming spring.] ... You almost forget that half of this planet's inhabitants are assholes.
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He would like to, but he doesn't believe it. Dorian knows he just couldn't visit Prior knowing he was at the bedside of someone he utterly failed to rescue in time, on top of the lingering wariness of the unknown when it came to Prior's powers. He'd come by to lay wards around the place, make sure it wasn't possible to for anyone to break in unnoticed, but not a word of dialogue was exchanged. The guilt was just too heavy for a time, and he didn't have the stomach to try and play the "it'll be alright eventually" card when he doesn't really believe that himself.
He still doesn't. When Dorian does finally approach him, it's when he's spotted his familiar figure in the park, and after he's talked himself up into doing it. He doesn't announce himself, simply taking a deep breath as he slows to a stop next to Prior, and looks on rather than directly at him.
Whether it be peace or inner turmoil that he's interrupting, he doesn't know. He doesn't know how to broach it. Everything is shit.]
... You know, if you concentrate very hard on how beautiful this place can be... [He finally outstretches his arm, gesturing out to the grass of oncoming spring.] ... You almost forget that half of this planet's inhabitants are assholes.