It's okay, [ Dorian can't help but say as he pulls Toby close to him as he feels the teardrops against his skin. God. He knows this feeling. He knows this feeling of being helpless, of feeling like you could have done something more, of wishing that no matter what you did, you wish it wasn't that. Dorian doesn't know what to do—in response to his last death he got drunk and threw himself straight to whatever warm body he could find. But Toby...Toby was different. And that's why he loved him.
He's not gonna say that he wishes that Toby had gotten away also, because isn't that obvious? Instead, Dorian simply says, ] It's okay and I know.
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He's not gonna say that he wishes that Toby had gotten away also, because isn't that obvious? Instead, Dorian simply says, ] It's okay and I know.