Dorian's mental state wasn't much better, honestly and he was just barely keeping his own graces about him, but in spite of his levity, he could see that Hanzo was genuinely upset about this. Like the Archer, however, he was in a similar state where he could hardly account for leaving even though it was out of his control. While he did enjoy teasing Hanzo, he was truly happy to see the man was whole and okay and as beautiful as ever. Well, okay n the sense that he wasn't bleeding out on his floor. Of course, he wasn't thinking about that awful memory at the moment, he had his mind preoccupied with something else...well, for what it was worth.
"It...must have been very difficult for you, being deprived of me for so long...it's been years...I can understand how difficult it is being deprived of me for so long."
But by the way he'd taken to stroking Hanzo's face and the line of his Jaw, the one who was truly deprived was Dorian who, even though he was teasing was still patiently taking Hanzo's drunken upset. Being in his own drunken state as well, it's more difficult for him to differentiate whether he was truly right or wrong, it was just good to have this bundle of saucy indignity giving him the finger wag for whatever the reason. It was good to be missed even though he knew it must have been a rather lonely experience. His brain was not fully processing that at the moment, but he's very aware of the fact that his presence or lack thereof hadn't gone unnoticed.
"I have an apology ready, amatus," amatus and amicus were easily confused, Dorian rarely came out and called anyone amatus, but he didn't seem aware that he'd made such an intimate error in his niceties. The mage did, however, tip the archer's chip up so that he could dip down and meet him in a kiss that he seemed to be promising Hanzo. It was very clear that he hadn't forgotten some things, and puzzling his mouth against the other's own so that they fit together naturally was a memory he clearly clung to. Of course, he wasn't entirely certain if Hanzo would push him away or not, but that did not factor into the kiss.
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"It...must have been very difficult for you, being deprived of me for so long...it's been years...I can understand how difficult it is being deprived of me for so long."
But by the way he'd taken to stroking Hanzo's face and the line of his Jaw, the one who was truly deprived was Dorian who, even though he was teasing was still patiently taking Hanzo's drunken upset. Being in his own drunken state as well, it's more difficult for him to differentiate whether he was truly right or wrong, it was just good to have this bundle of saucy indignity giving him the finger wag for whatever the reason. It was good to be missed even though he knew it must have been a rather lonely experience. His brain was not fully processing that at the moment, but he's very aware of the fact that his presence or lack thereof hadn't gone unnoticed.
"I have an apology ready, amatus," amatus and amicus were easily confused, Dorian rarely came out and called anyone amatus, but he didn't seem aware that he'd made such an intimate error in his niceties. The mage did, however, tip the archer's chip up so that he could dip down and meet him in a kiss that he seemed to be promising Hanzo. It was very clear that he hadn't forgotten some things, and puzzling his mouth against the other's own so that they fit together naturally was a memory he clearly clung to. Of course, he wasn't entirely certain if Hanzo would push him away or not, but that did not factor into the kiss.