[Dorian laces his fingers with Prior's easily enough, but he doesn't yet look back at him. He continues watching the stairs even after the boy's long gone, then looks up to the ceiling. He muses to cover his apparent reluctance.]
We could just wander about. You have electricity, and all the little things that come with it, and it seems to me that would be a waste to give up... and I could critique their wardrobes. See your nannies fret over your adventures.
[But he doesn't have the strength to prattle on forever. He heaves a sigh, turning his head back to Prior with a strained smile.]
I don't want you to think differently of me. Whatever's beyond it might make that so.
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[Dorian laces his fingers with Prior's easily enough, but he doesn't yet look back at him. He continues watching the stairs even after the boy's long gone, then looks up to the ceiling. He muses to cover his apparent reluctance.]
We could just wander about. You have electricity, and all the little things that come with it, and it seems to me that would be a waste to give up... and I could critique their wardrobes. See your nannies fret over your adventures.
[But he doesn't have the strength to prattle on forever. He heaves a sigh, turning his head back to Prior with a strained smile.]
I don't want you to think differently of me. Whatever's beyond it might make that so.