"Says the man who was profusely bleeding?" Dorian dryly responds. But if Henry wants to pretend he's fine, then Dorian'll let him.
"Sleep it off, Creel," he says, with a little nod, before turning to leave. Because Henry might not want to, but Dorian sure as hell wants to go ahead and take a nap.
Henry bristles at the last name, at his father's name, but doesn't move. He physically can't. He knows he's going to be out for hours before he'll gave the energy to crawl back to the dorms and sleep properly, but he considers this a win.
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He isn't grateful for Dorian. Not really. But he doesn't actually...hate him. Understanding will come later.
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"Sleep it off, Creel," he says, with a little nod, before turning to leave. Because Henry might not want to, but Dorian sure as hell wants to go ahead and take a nap.
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