[ He refuses to comment on it, but that doesn't mean Gen isn't acutely aware of the weight pressed against his side and resting against his shoulder. Dextera isn't exactly some delicately-built waif, but he isn't formidable, either. He's just some guy.
And yet, here he is, talking about fixing his own goddamn world. Even if he knows that Dextera, like so many others here, isn't a normal human being with normal human concerns ... the scale of it still feels all wrong. ]
Must be exhausting, having to care about so much.
[ That one's rather lacking in edge, said more as a gripe than a barb. It's only after Gen heaves a sigh -- shoulder rising and falling gently under the weight of Dextera's head -- that he offers a proper rebuke. ]
... d'you actually want to do it, or d'you just feel like you have to?
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And yet, here he is, talking about fixing his own goddamn world. Even if he knows that Dextera, like so many others here, isn't a normal human being with normal human concerns ... the scale of it still feels all wrong. ]
Must be exhausting, having to care about so much.
[ That one's rather lacking in edge, said more as a gripe than a barb. It's only after Gen heaves a sigh -- shoulder rising and falling gently under the weight of Dextera's head -- that he offers a proper rebuke. ]
... d'you actually want to do it, or d'you just feel like you have to?