[ Dextera's fingertips graze against his palm; the warmth seems to linger even after the physical contact's fallen away. And though Gen makes no comments about it, he does clench a hand -- gently, avoiding digging his fingers into the spot where Dextera's fingers has been. He wants to savor the memory of that tactile sensation for just a little longer.
Especially since it feels like they're a crossroads right now. ]
Hey. Dextera. Look at me.
[ By this point, Dextera must be accustomed to the way Gen often bosses him around. Though -- the cadence of his voice is just a little gentler this time. There's a sincerity to it that's usually lacking, befitting what he's about to say: ]
Promise me something. [ Gen maintains eye contact as he continues. ] Think it through. If you really want to do so much for that shitty world of yours. But -- if that really is the case, then ... do it properly.
[ Because he can accept that Dextera is meant to stay on that side, unlike him. It seems fitting. He just wants it to be done properly, with conviction. Just so long as he isn't being looked upon with hollow eyes once more, being asked what to do. ]
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Especially since it feels like they're a crossroads right now. ]
Hey. Dextera. Look at me.
[ By this point, Dextera must be accustomed to the way Gen often bosses him around. Though -- the cadence of his voice is just a little gentler this time. There's a sincerity to it that's usually lacking, befitting what he's about to say: ]
Promise me something. [ Gen maintains eye contact as he continues. ] Think it through. If you really want to do so much for that shitty world of yours. But -- if that really is the case, then ... do it properly.
[ Because he can accept that Dextera is meant to stay on that side, unlike him. It seems fitting. He just wants it to be done properly, with conviction. Just so long as he isn't being looked upon with hollow eyes once more, being asked what to do. ]