In some ways, it's almost a relief that Lorenz requests his help again with adjusting the placement of the chopsticks. Dimitri had wondered if he was overstepping his boundaries with the quiet way that Lorenz had jerked. Claude's words still linger in the back of his mind - from when he had first contacted them all about Lorenz's state.
Dimitri cannot say what it is that Lorenz has gone through... He and the man before him have only just met after five years of constant war.
...But he can understand being tentative about the idea of even being touched, even when one is almost ravenous for another's touch.
Depressing thoughts to be sure. That's why, it's almost a delight when Lorenz tries to sniff the soda, only to recoil with a look of alarm on his face and bubbles in his nose. Dimitri raises a hand to his mouth, leaning forward. "Oh- Are you all right, Lorenz? No, it is nothing like tea at all." Or wine, but tea is what Dimitri honestly associates the strongest with his mental image of Lorenz. Then again, that was just how it was back in their school days - tea was easily available, but sneaking in alcohol past the watchful glare of Seteth?
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Dimitri cannot say what it is that Lorenz has gone through... He and the man before him have only just met after five years of constant war.
...But he can understand being tentative about the idea of even being touched, even when one is almost ravenous for another's touch.
Depressing thoughts to be sure. That's why, it's almost a delight when Lorenz tries to sniff the soda, only to recoil with a look of alarm on his face and bubbles in his nose. Dimitri raises a hand to his mouth, leaning forward. "Oh- Are you all right, Lorenz? No, it is nothing like tea at all." Or wine, but tea is what Dimitri honestly associates the strongest with his mental image of Lorenz. Then again, that was just how it was back in their school days - tea was easily available, but sneaking in alcohol past the watchful glare of Seteth?
Well. Some certainly tried, he supposes.