[It might seem like the wrong answer, but like before, there’s a small amount of relief that washes over Dylas to the point where it shows in his ears and his tail again. His expression seems mostly the same. Worried. Scared? He’s not a very expressive person to begin with, but his frown seems a little more real and his eyes look a little more tired.
Haru said it wasn’t because of him. And he knows he can be an asshole, impossible to deal with...well, so can Haru, actually, the bastard, but it isn’t him.]
I’m...okay. Yeah.
[He’s glad.]
Let’s talk.
[Dylas steps further into the room and leans against the dresser across from the bed. He still has a bad feeling about all of this, a twisting in his stomach that threatens to overpower him with worry. It takes him only a few seconds before he lifts himself from the dresser and instead takes those few steps closer and sits next to Haru, choosing not to stand above him but sit next to him.]
Me coming home early kind of messed with your plans, didn’t it?
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Haru said it wasn’t because of him. And he knows he can be an asshole, impossible to deal with...well, so can Haru, actually, the bastard, but it isn’t him.]
I’m...okay. Yeah.
[He’s glad.]
Let’s talk.
[Dylas steps further into the room and leans against the dresser across from the bed. He still has a bad feeling about all of this, a twisting in his stomach that threatens to overpower him with worry. It takes him only a few seconds before he lifts himself from the dresser and instead takes those few steps closer and sits next to Haru, choosing not to stand above him but sit next to him.]
Me coming home early kind of messed with your plans, didn’t it?