[ Dorian's arms cross over his chest and he shifts where he stands. His jaw sets as he watches her, wanting to console, but knowing better than to interrupt in the moment. She needs to speak, but the more she does, the more he sees how genuinely he upset her.
Guilt sits heavily in his chest, and regret passes over his face.
He's made her cry.
Of course he has- he's told her he's not a very nice man, and he's gone and proven it by shoving her flaws in her face. She's angry with him, and that makes him feel something he hasn't in quite some time. Instead of doing the right thing, he stays where he is with his arms firmly crossed. His voice is quiet, but firm. ]
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Guilt sits heavily in his chest, and regret passes over his face.
He's made her cry.
Of course he has- he's told her he's not a very nice man, and he's gone and proven it by shoving her flaws in her face. She's angry with him, and that makes him feel something he hasn't in quite some time. Instead of doing the right thing, he stays where he is with his arms firmly crossed. His voice is quiet, but firm. ]
I think that's a good idea.