[Immediately he puts his arms around Dorian to help. One hand on the back of his shoulder, the other at his hair.
But the request shakes Jekyll, his eyes widen, more green than ever.]
-What? Are you certain, I do not wish to encourage him by seeking the transformation any longer...
[He bites his lip. But as he looks at Dorian, he knows it must be that it would help in some way. He doesn't know how. But he so wants to do right by Dorian, and to fix whatever has happened just now, that he concedes without another word.
As the change begins, he draws back suddenly with a sharp pain in his head, a hand shooting to his hair for it. He lurches, almost as if he would be sick, and there is a small sound to acknowledge the pain, but at least it isn't the screaming of before. And it's shorter, only a moment before he straightens and opens his eyes again to red.]
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But the request shakes Jekyll, his eyes widen, more green than ever.]
-What? Are you certain, I do not wish to encourage him by seeking the transformation any longer...
[He bites his lip. But as he looks at Dorian, he knows it must be that it would help in some way. He doesn't know how. But he so wants to do right by Dorian, and to fix whatever has happened just now, that he concedes without another word.
As the change begins, he draws back suddenly with a sharp pain in his head, a hand shooting to his hair for it. He lurches, almost as if he would be sick, and there is a small sound to acknowledge the pain, but at least it isn't the screaming of before. And it's shorter, only a moment before he straightens and opens his eyes again to red.]