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[ Jon will just nod and back away, giving him his space and no longer questioning him. It's obvious from his face; he's concerned about him. More than just about the weakness and fatigue. ]

I'll bother you later! [ Dorian calls out, in a sing-song voice. It's only when Henry's out of earshot that he sighs, the devil-may-care attitude slipping away to reveal something a little bit more level. ]

It's a damn shame that temporary wardens can't change their inmate's powers. If I could remove that little condition that makes him pass the hell out every time he goes into someone's mind, I would.

[ He glances over at Dorian. ]

I'm more concerned about what may have slipped in while he'd made contact. Did you notice? The rhythm of his steps...

[ Dorian, who doesn't really know what Jon's referencing, shakes his head. ]

You've obviously spotted something I didn't. What was it?

Hopefully, nothing. And I'm just... seeing what isn't there.

[ He glances over at Dorian. ]

Keep an eye on him, though. Especially if his irritability doesn't fade at all, or gets worse.

[ Dorian nods. ]

To be fair, he's seemed like an irritable bastard ever since we first met. But I can do that much. He needs an eye on him no matter what anyway.

[ He tilts his head before glancing at Dorian. ]

You elicit strong responses, Dorian. [ A little more gently. ] And he's been pushed around by a supposedly 'loving' authority figure before.

[ His shoulders drop a little. ]

I, on the other hand, could probably have used a little more guidance. But such is life.

That's where we differ, [ Dorian dryly responds, as he goes to fish out a cigarette from his pockets. ] In no universe can I be called 'loving.'

[ That is a withering look. ]

Oh fuck off, Dorian.

[ But he's looking for his lighter and he'll offer it soon enough. ]

What? You know that's the truth. [ Dorian will happily take the offer of a light as he continues to be a pretentious asshole. ]

Loving is...different for something like me. It's so impermanent.

Something like you?

[ A faint snort. ]

You're still a person, Dorian. Don't be that dramatic.

[ sorry Jon, his natural state of being is dramatic. ]

I'm the ship of Theseus at this point. I haven't been a person, not like others think, for over a hundred years.

A fine point if we were discussing your humanity or your status as a human being, but as we're talking about personhood, you're just being dramatic.

[ He'll light one for himself as well, once he finds his own pack. ]

I'm Dorian fucking Gray. Dramatic is in my DNA.

And it somehow hasn't been switched out given all that ship of Theseus nonsense you were spouting?

[ He's going to tease you for your mixed metaphors, Dorian. ]

[ A pause before, ]

Oh hush.

[ but it's said in a more caring matter, not a chastising one. ]

I only hush when I'm wrong or when I'm asleep. As neither seems to be the case at the moment.

I bet I can think of a few other ways to make you hush, [ Dorian grins. ] After all, you can't talk if that mouth is being filled up with something else.

I don't generally eat, you remember.

Babe, that was flirting.

[ Blink. ]

Asking me... out to eat?

You can't talk if you're giving me a blowjob.

[ Recordscratch. ]

How is it flirting to imply you'd interrupt my commentary by insisting on a blowjob. Just makes you sound rude, quite honest.

[ Dorian regrets his entire life as he mumbles, ]

You couldn't give the commentary in the first place because you'd have my cock in your mouth.

[ Jon's brain is going through the whole situation, the line itself, the connotations, and is trying to come up with how that would work, exactly. How is it flirting- when would that situation even-]

...all right?

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