[ It is strange when Dimitri thinks about it. Here he is, in a strange world, far away from home - in fact, his home is probably gone, isn't it? He's fighting to get it back and the vagaries of that right have had him meet Yuri - this Yuri, different and yet alike to the one h knew from his own world.
And as they have come to know one another he's found that there is comfort in him. A warmth that springs up, a place where Dimitri had begun to find solace. How does he interpret that? Especially in the context of their ongoing war? Is it selfish to indulge in the feelings he's dealing with?
He's not sure, but he doesn't think it is.
So Dimitri is silent for another long moment, a few heartbeats. ]
Then we can make one another happy at this terrible hour. Isn't that enough?
[ His mile turns a bit more mischievous. It's not his usual look, but it suits. ]
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And as they have come to know one another he's found that there is comfort in him. A warmth that springs up, a place where Dimitri had begun to find solace. How does he interpret that? Especially in the context of their ongoing war? Is it selfish to indulge in the feelings he's dealing with?
He's not sure, but he doesn't think it is.
So Dimitri is silent for another long moment, a few heartbeats. ]
Then we can make one another happy at this terrible hour. Isn't that enough?
[ His mile turns a bit more mischievous. It's not his usual look, but it suits. ]
After all, why are you up and about?