[ Stop, this is hard for Dokja who never knows how to ask for or accept help.
And it's like he was waiting to be prompted, his eyes still unable to meet Eustace's gaze even as he turns to follow, pausing for a moment once he's right beside the other man to utter a very quiet, ]
Thanks for helping me.
[ That's it! That's literally it! But it takes so much out of him. He knows Eustace is hurt, too, knows that he didn't have to stick around to aid Dokja, but. Rather than let guilt sink into him for placing them in this position the way he's used to doing, he opts instead to try something different, make an effort.
Too bad he has to deal with the embarrassment as a result, and Dokja awkwardly mumbles a barely audible "let's go" as he heads for the exit (because he's been here before he knows where it is). ]
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And it's like he was waiting to be prompted, his eyes still unable to meet Eustace's gaze even as he turns to follow, pausing for a moment once he's right beside the other man to utter a very quiet, ]
Thanks for helping me.
[ That's it! That's literally it! But it takes so much out of him. He knows Eustace is hurt, too, knows that he didn't have to stick around to aid Dokja, but. Rather than let guilt sink into him for placing them in this position the way he's used to doing, he opts instead to try something different, make an effort.
Too bad he has to deal with the embarrassment as a result, and Dokja awkwardly mumbles a barely audible "let's go" as he heads for the exit (because he's been here before he knows where it is). ]