[His face scrunches up at that last word. Incredulous. He's not "adorable", excuse you. He is an exhausted, blackened space dorito. It's not a judging look. It's confused. Baffled. And probably more flustered than before.]
[Whoops.]
Why do you say that? [Now there's more concern than anything. Like he's afraid for the other man, more than anything.] Look, I'm not going to throw you out or anything... if there's anything wrong, I want you to feel like you can tell me.
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[His face scrunches up at that last word. Incredulous. He's not "adorable", excuse you. He is an exhausted, blackened space dorito. It's not a judging look. It's confused. Baffled. And probably more flustered than before.]
[Whoops.]
Why do you say that? [Now there's more concern than anything. Like he's afraid for the other man, more than anything.] Look, I'm not going to throw you out or anything... if there's anything wrong, I want you to feel like you can tell me.