There is no need to apologise, Dorian. Please don't.
[Berserker offers a soft smile, ducking his head to catch Dorian's eyes as he places a hand on his shoulder. Then, wiping a stain of tears from Dorian's cheek with the heel of his palm, he kisses it before stepping back.]
no subject
[Berserker offers a soft smile, ducking his head to catch Dorian's eyes as he places a hand on his shoulder. Then, wiping a stain of tears from Dorian's cheek with the heel of his palm, he kisses it before stepping back.]
As do I, Dorian.