Of course you can't imagine how. [Red Wine shoots back with a soft laugh. He lets his hand drop to Dohalim's shoulder, to lay flat against it with his fingertips lightly drumming over the muscle, and he looks up at the man from under his eyelashes.]
Not when you chronically undervalue yourself.
[But for something that had started out as nothing more than a way to relieve tension, Red Wine could not deny that he would feel a loss if he no longer had Dohalim around. Granted, he is no stranger to loss... but he doesn't often allow people - especially mortals - in close enough to him to reach a point where he feels he would sorely miss them.
The Food Soul shakes his head and chuckles again, idly moving his hands to straighten the front of Dohalim's clothing.]
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Not when you chronically undervalue yourself.
[But for something that had started out as nothing more than a way to relieve tension, Red Wine could not deny that he would feel a loss if he no longer had Dohalim around. Granted, he is no stranger to loss... but he doesn't often allow people - especially mortals - in close enough to him to reach a point where he feels he would sorely miss them.
The Food Soul shakes his head and chuckles again, idly moving his hands to straighten the front of Dohalim's clothing.]
If you could see yourself the way that I do...