[Ciro doesn't expect any sort of reciprocation, so he's unbothered that Dream doesn't return the hug even as he lowers his head to rest his chin against a slightly taller shoulder.
This is selfish of him, he knows. Dream would never ask for this kind of thing, but Ciro wants it. The close contact is nice in that it reminds him that there's nothing to be sorrowful for now. Right now Dream is fine--he's right here. They still have some time, and spending it mourning prematurely will do no one any good. So, he'll be a bit selfish, just for a moment longer before he overstays his welcome in someone else's personal space.]
No, it's okay. You don't have to do that. Maybe I'll sing for you.
[It's a very bad joke, but Dream might not know. He laughs anyway. Ciro's singing voice isn't the least bit pleasant. He can probably hold a tune, but years of smoking on top of his almost-deep voice results in something raspy and gritty. Definitely not lullaby material by his own assessment.
Before he changes his mind, he releases Dream and nudges him toward the door so they can go inside, down the steps, and Ciro gestures to his bedroom before stepping in behind his guest. It's deliberate the way he avoids eye-contact now. Having to see Dream with tears in his eyes would finish him emotionally, and he knows they're there because he can feel them. Confirmation of it will end up in more close contact, and he's not looking to scare Dream away.]
You can borrow some clothes if you want to change out of that. I don't have much, but help yourself to anything you find.
[Ciro takes a few steps forward to lower himself to the edge of the bed, eyes cast down at his feet as he slides them out of his slippers, pretending to be fully focused on the task so he won't look directly at Dream just yet.]
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This is selfish of him, he knows. Dream would never ask for this kind of thing, but Ciro wants it. The close contact is nice in that it reminds him that there's nothing to be sorrowful for now. Right now Dream is fine--he's right here. They still have some time, and spending it mourning prematurely will do no one any good. So, he'll be a bit selfish, just for a moment longer before he overstays his welcome in someone else's personal space.]
No, it's okay. You don't have to do that. Maybe I'll sing for you.
[It's a very bad joke, but Dream might not know. He laughs anyway. Ciro's singing voice isn't the least bit pleasant. He can probably hold a tune, but years of smoking on top of his almost-deep voice results in something raspy and gritty. Definitely not lullaby material by his own assessment.
Before he changes his mind, he releases Dream and nudges him toward the door so they can go inside, down the steps, and Ciro gestures to his bedroom before stepping in behind his guest. It's deliberate the way he avoids eye-contact now. Having to see Dream with tears in his eyes would finish him emotionally, and he knows they're there because he can feel them. Confirmation of it will end up in more close contact, and he's not looking to scare Dream away.]
You can borrow some clothes if you want to change out of that. I don't have much, but help yourself to anything you find.
[Ciro takes a few steps forward to lower himself to the edge of the bed, eyes cast down at his feet as he slides them out of his slippers, pretending to be fully focused on the task so he won't look directly at Dream just yet.]