[as Red Wine slips his hand away from his hold, Dohalim looks down at their parted hands before dropping his. he doesn't think that the Food Soul would step away or leave, but, somehow, he almost doesn't expect the warm embrace. it's almost instantaneous as his own arms come back up to hug him back, practically clinging to him, as if the man would slip away from his hold if he were to let up even a little bit]
I know. [there's a tremor in his voice] I know how much you care.
[he knows, but it the ache still buries itself deep into his chest. he takes a few deep breaths to calm himself, to steady his voice before he speaks again]
Like I said, it was a passing thought.
[not entirely a lie, really. he can still hear the tremble in his voice as his emotions start to bubble up; perhaps he really did have too much to drink. that has to be the reason why he's acting the way he is. there's a brief admonishment he mentally gives himself, for acting in such a way, especially in front of another person. as much as Red Wine has seen him at his most vulnerable; both physically and emotionally, he still can't help but feel just a little cagey when it comes to his emotions. this is one of those times. there's a near desperation to try to regain some composure, not to lay himself open in front of Red Wine again. not when tonight is supposed to be a celebration of sorts.
and yet, he still clings onto the man, breathing him in, trying to commit every part of him to memory, in hopes that, if time were to reset, that he'd somehow be able to recall those memories of him. he doesn't say anything else for the time being, fully knowing his voice will betray him]
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I know. [there's a tremor in his voice] I know how much you care.
[he knows, but it the ache still buries itself deep into his chest. he takes a few deep breaths to calm himself, to steady his voice before he speaks again]
Like I said, it was a passing thought.
[not entirely a lie, really. he can still hear the tremble in his voice as his emotions start to bubble up; perhaps he really did have too much to drink. that has to be the reason why he's acting the way he is. there's a brief admonishment he mentally gives himself, for acting in such a way, especially in front of another person. as much as Red Wine has seen him at his most vulnerable; both physically and emotionally, he still can't help but feel just a little cagey when it comes to his emotions. this is one of those times. there's a near desperation to try to regain some composure, not to lay himself open in front of Red Wine again. not when tonight is supposed to be a celebration of sorts.
and yet, he still clings onto the man, breathing him in, trying to commit every part of him to memory, in hopes that, if time were to reset, that he'd somehow be able to recall those memories of him. he doesn't say anything else for the time being, fully knowing his voice will betray him]