[this time, Morax expects it when Dohalim accepts, a faintly wry expression creeping across his face as they move. and this time, he makes no attempt to stir up conversation. he's simply there, a quiet presence that brings with it no expectation past the fact of its existence.

without knowing how to help, it's all he can do. the least he can do, really... so when they reach the room and Dohalim faces him, he offers a quietly warm expression in turn. it's an attempt to reassure that he's under no obligations even now, that this was just Morax's choice--]

No, it-

[... and he's gone. Morax's brows knit briefly in that moment of silence, and he takes Melqal's hand without hesitation. pulled into the room, he can't help but pull his lover a little closer, nuzzling into his shoulder.]

... So I surmised. I certainly seem... quite capable of finding spaces of discomfort with regard to him.

[he chuckles at that, weakly.]

I shall have to temper my words more carefully, in future.