[ The image of a person literally imploding striking into his head like lightning is... galling, to say the least. It's paired with a flash of context: sadness, deceit, everything that comes with someone who's dealt with too much, too young. For a moment, he feels that turmoil for himself, Rex's emotions suddenly becoming his own, and the gravity of it is stifling. A squeeze of sympathy makes his chest feel tight.
But it comes with a bit of clarity, too. He remembers... that he and Rex are not longtime friends. They're only just growing to know each other. Even so, he's not afraid of him so much as for him, squeezing firmly on his arm, voice just as determined. He sounds like a prince again, a forgotten persona. ]
No.
[ The bodies and shadows in the alley are fading, even if the soot remains. He can't stand it, still pale, but he doesn't bolt.
It only takes a flicker of a moment for his expression to soften, his voice gentle. For however frightening this must be for Dimitri, he knows it will be infinitely worse for Rex. ]
...Please don't drive me off. I want to be here for you. [ It's okay. ]
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But it comes with a bit of clarity, too. He remembers... that he and Rex are not longtime friends. They're only just growing to know each other. Even so, he's not afraid of him so much as for him, squeezing firmly on his arm, voice just as determined. He sounds like a prince again, a forgotten persona. ]
No.
[ The bodies and shadows in the alley are fading, even if the soot remains. He can't stand it, still pale, but he doesn't bolt.
It only takes a flicker of a moment for his expression to soften, his voice gentle. For however frightening this must be for Dimitri, he knows it will be infinitely worse for Rex. ]
...Please don't drive me off. I want to be here for you. [ It's okay. ]