[Sorey snorts in amusement, taking Dezel's hand in his and squeezing.] So you know I'm here. I'd kind of like to not have a breeze in my face all night.
[It's a weak excuse. Dezel can still feel the dip in the bed, can still hear and feel the air moving in and out of his lungs, but this is a little more...immediate. Sorey is playing it down because Dezel, like Mikleo, gets flustered when he's told the truth. Sorey will hand it to him in pieces then, behind gentle little fibs, in a language with which he's so familiar.]
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[It's a weak excuse. Dezel can still feel the dip in the bed, can still hear and feel the air moving in and out of his lungs, but this is a little more...immediate. Sorey is playing it down because Dezel, like Mikleo, gets flustered when he's told the truth. Sorey will hand it to him in pieces then, behind gentle little fibs, in a language with which he's so familiar.]