[ Dorian huffs, shaking his head. He's not entirely certain what he wants. Mostly, he'd like to drink some more, but he can't exactly do that with company. He would much rather not be a sloppy drunk in front of Cyril. Instead, he simply leans against him, resting his head upon Cyril's shoulder. ]
[ It's not an entirely bad place to be, all things considered. He could be drinking himself into a stupor. Alone. Perhaps not the best choice, but he's so remarkably good at it by now.
An arm slides around him and he returns the favor. Yes, this is favorable for now. ]
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I will be here any time you need me, to offer a distraction, to talk, to sit here in silence. You tell me what you want.
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This is sufficient.
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Then this is where I'll be.
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An arm slides around him and he returns the favor. Yes, this is favorable for now. ]