[ dextera doesn’t know what to say. no words are forming in his mind, and certainly nothing is coming out of his mouth except faltering confusion. he allows his hand to be taken, but only because he’s still thinking—
and then, though he’s still not thinking, he grabs dokja’s hand and puts it on top of his and the young man’s like they’re all in this together. ]
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[ dextera doesn’t know what to say. no words are forming in his mind, and certainly nothing is coming out of his mouth except faltering confusion. he allows his hand to be taken, but only because he’s still thinking—
and then, though he’s still not thinking, he grabs dokja’s hand and puts it on top of his and the young man’s like they’re all in this together. ]