[—and just like that, Toby's not petting Dorian's curls. He just stops, his hand going still.]
Ah.
[Then he's quiet, processing a reaction of some sort and deciding to take a deep breath. Oh, this is one of those moments where he just wants to draw his hand into a fist in Dorian's hair. And he could do so reflexively, which would easily snap Dorian's neck and possibly kill him almost instantaneously. So no, he doesn't want to do that, and as such, he stays his hand, but just.
He sighs. Dorian, really?]
...and, let me guess. You don't know where he put it, and he has no plans of giving it back. [He shakes his head, but at least resumes petting Dorian's head.] Well, have you at least, I don't know... apologised and maybe asked April if she'd help your trying to get it back?
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Ah.
[Then he's quiet, processing a reaction of some sort and deciding to take a deep breath. Oh, this is one of those moments where he just wants to draw his hand into a fist in Dorian's hair. And he could do so reflexively, which would easily snap Dorian's neck and possibly kill him almost instantaneously. So no, he doesn't want to do that, and as such, he stays his hand, but just.
He sighs. Dorian, really?]
...and, let me guess. You don't know where he put it, and he has no plans of giving it back. [He shakes his head, but at least resumes petting Dorian's head.] Well, have you at least, I don't know... apologised and maybe asked April if she'd help your trying to get it back?