"Of course I do. I loved him, but Dorian," she takes a step closer. "I can love you too. It's not a situation where I have to pick either one of you. You're right here and, yes, maybe sometimes I miss him, but that doesn't matter. Because I get you. I get to see you and I get to talk to you and I get to be around you and have toast with you and just... Have a friend. And it doesn't matter if you're not that child any more. I still love the man you've become and I'm going to until the day I die."
Her eyes flick, here and there, over his face before her lips turn into a smile, her arms sliding around his waist so she can step into his personal space. She might be a little more awkward were it anyone else, but this is Dorian. She feels safe with him.
Her hands squeeze the fabric of his shirt gently.
"I'll do my best. I don't intend to go anywhere any time soon, so you're quite stuck with me."
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But she won't. Not here. It is as Tzilan said: Dorian Gray is young here. As long as she stays in this world, she will live for a long time.
So instead he warns her, "Don't make that too soon," almost harsh in the protective scowl (sulk).
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Her hands squeeze the fabric of his shirt gently.
"I'll do my best. I don't intend to go anywhere any time soon, so you're quite stuck with me."