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[cagedinflesh]

lockets, compasses or action! or whatever else really

fun roulette, which personality will it be, you just can't know
unless you do know who you want, then say so

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[cagedinflesh]

[Well, that wasn't at all the answer he'd expected. It hadn't even occured to him, somehow, that the sight might be disturbing.]

-Ah, forgive me my disregard, I paid no thought whatsoever to your feelings and comfort! Really it is nothing at all, as a doctor I have seen much worse, as a Heroic Spirit, I have experienced worse!

[He quickly rolls his sleeve down so it at least can't be seen, now full of concern.]

[depicted]

[A soft laugh, meant to reassure Jekyll that it is all right.] No, no—I merely have a little . . . reaction to blood. It's nothing to apologize for.

[NOTHING BUT A LIE, MORE LIKE]

[cagedinflesh]

[Well at least they're both liars]

Are you certain? Shall I make tea? It would calm your nerves!

[It does little to stop him from worrying. Instead, Jekyll takes Dorian's hands in his, and is determined to look him in the eye, even if Dorian insists on keeping his eyes down.]

[depicted]

[When Dorian meets Jekyll's eyes, his smile is weak, a little nervous. Deliberately so.] I think tea would be a great help, Henry. Thank you.

[cagedinflesh]

Think nothing of it. Although it is surprising how so simple a thing can seem odd to always do for oneself.

[He laughs, calming with the opportunity to help. Especially with tea, tea fixes everything, it always calms everyone! For a liar, Jekyll is a very poor judge of it in others. Or at least, people he is determined to think the best of.]

Wait just a moment, please.

[With a final squeeze of Dorian's hands, he hurries off to make it.]

[depicted]

[With one last, manufactured smile, Dorian collapses into a seat. The breath he releases, terrified and uncertain all at once, is not fake. He is just tired. So he rests with his face in his hands, and he waits.]