[It'd be so easy to return the look with one of his own, devolve into talk of attractiveness and superficial qualities. But the vulnerability of all this is so rare, accompanied by the same fluttering feeling Byerly convinces himself is an illusion. Dorian knows it's quite real on his end, but it's something he feels he won't be allowed to experience again. He'll just have to hold onto it for a few more seconds before he allows it to slip away, lest he want to be caught up in its grip. That's just how things have to go - how they've always been.]
I like you. [He smooths his hair back with a tentative smile, willing himself to hold his gaze. It's sincere, fond.] So if you make trouble, I think I could bear it.
[And then he turns his head, withdrawing his hand so he can sit up.] Try not to do so soon, though. I'm rather exhausted.
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I like you. [He smooths his hair back with a tentative smile, willing himself to hold his gaze. It's sincere, fond.] So if you make trouble, I think I could bear it.
[And then he turns his head, withdrawing his hand so he can sit up.] Try not to do so soon, though. I'm rather exhausted.