[His shoulders tense, but he isn't so uncomfortable that he leans any further away. He listens, and parts his lips to interrupt, but lets the questions die on his lips. As many as their are running through his head, he shouldn't deflect.]
I might have a few questions about rainbow hotpants, but... [He starts slowly, carefully, like saying something might make him vulnerable.] You're much braver than I, Prior. It's a very good quality - an attractive quality. I'll try after you, shall I?
[He lets out a breath - it should be a laugh but the sound doesn't quite catch.]
You might. I'm not brave, really. I'm as scared and ashamed as anyone else, often enough. But when you have a community, enough of you, you can be brave on alternate days.
I won't have you discrediting yourself. You've said more than I could even think to myself, let alone voice to anyone. Besides, being brave and afraid aren't mutually exclusive.
[He hesitates, then brings a hand up to take one of Prior's.]
We do have each other, don't we? And they don't seem to care in this world.
They don't, although less can be said for some of our fellow refugees. Strange how many world decided to choose to have this in common. Green skin, three stomachs, still terrified of homos. You'll still hear things. But that's what I almost miss - adversity can be quite the bond, don't you find?
[He catches Dorian's hand and, lips curling at the corners, dips his head to kiss it.]
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I might have a few questions about rainbow hotpants, but... [He starts slowly, carefully, like saying something might make him vulnerable.] You're much braver than I, Prior. It's a very good quality - an attractive quality. I'll try after you, shall I?
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You might. I'm not brave, really. I'm as scared and ashamed as anyone else, often enough. But when you have a community, enough of you, you can be brave on alternate days.
[He sits back on his heels.]
That's one thing I miss, being here.
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[He hesitates, then brings a hand up to take one of Prior's.]
We do have each other, don't we? And they don't seem to care in this world.
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[He catches Dorian's hand and, lips curling at the corners, dips his head to kiss it.]
Pink or blue?
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[He slowly comes to smile, but his tone implies he's quite serious.]
Pink.
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Set fire to? Metaphorically, with the intensity of your disapproval?
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Oh, if looks could kill, that'd be enough. No, I do mean literally. Perhaps to just their coattails, if you'd like something less extreme.