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Even with the curtains drawn, it’s too bright. Groaning, Dorian wraps his arms around Orym, who joined him to keep Dorian company until the migraine passes, and buries his face into Orym’s back. Mindful of Orym’s smaller stature, Dorian relaxes his grip a little, earning a small chuckle from his partner.
“It’ll take more than that to crush me,” Orym whispers, and Dorian can picture his sweet, playful smile.
“Thank you for this,” Dorian mumbles, and as nauseating zigzags dance behind his closed eyelids and his head throbs, he feels a small hand atop his own, giving a gentle squeeze.