[Far too forgiving. But maybe Dream is far too hard on himself, as he often is; there is a reason he is known as the gloomy one amongst his siblings, the standoffish one that is too sentimental underneath.
But how quickly he latches onto Arthur's generosity. For now, at least. The kiss helps.]
The head knows that the fault belongs to the Warden. The heart often feels quite differently.
[He strokes his hair again, then presses his lips warmly against his forehead.]
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But how quickly he latches onto Arthur's generosity. For now, at least. The kiss helps.]
The head knows that the fault belongs to the Warden. The heart often feels quite differently.
[He strokes his hair again, then presses his lips warmly against his forehead.]
Will you rest now?