[Dezel isn't expecting the hand in his hair; it makes his light lashes flutter against Sorey's palm like the wings of a tiny bird, but the rest of him is motionless. He doesn't want to shove Sorey away though he knows, logically, he would be within his rights to. He feels like-- like he doesn't want to ruin the moment. If Dezel does something, anything wrong... he'll wake up, and Sorey will still be asleep, and he'll be alone all over again.
Then Sorey lowers his hand. Dezel breathes out shakily. He feels like his heart has been released from some grip he wasn't aware of.]
I'm not surprised. You haven't stood up for a while. [That's an understatement. He shifts his arms beneath Sorey's properly, bracing him.] Let's see if you can stand. One, two... three. [And he lifts his friend off the altar and tugs him forward. This way, Sorey can lean on Dezel's arms as much as he needs. And if he can't do it, if he can't stand, then--
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Then Sorey lowers his hand. Dezel breathes out shakily. He feels like his heart has been released from some grip he wasn't aware of.]
I'm not surprised. You haven't stood up for a while. [That's an understatement. He shifts his arms beneath Sorey's properly, bracing him.] Let's see if you can stand. One, two... three. [And he lifts his friend off the altar and tugs him forward. This way, Sorey can lean on Dezel's arms as much as he needs. And if he can't do it, if he can't stand, then--
-- then Dezel will just have to carry him out.]