[The brothers don't exactly give Dion a chance to say no in either situation. The bed is alerady made up, and Clive is laying down. Joshua, meanwhile, seems eager to throw himself onto the sword. Or... the couch, as it were.
And somehow, Dion doesn't hate that. He's used to not having a choice, but this is different. Both men act in a way that ensures Dion's comfort, not simply his compliance. Right now, making choices still feels foreign, especially when they might yet put another in a difficult position.
Really, he appreciates it more than he can put into words.]
If you both insist, I suppose I have no choice of it. Not that I feel I will sleep any time soon. [Yes, his body is tired, but the shadows of his nightmare yet linger at the fringes of his mind.]
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And somehow, Dion doesn't hate that. He's used to not having a choice, but this is different. Both men act in a way that ensures Dion's comfort, not simply his compliance. Right now, making choices still feels foreign, especially when they might yet put another in a difficult position.
Really, he appreciates it more than he can put into words.]
If you both insist, I suppose I have no choice of it. Not that I feel I will sleep any time soon. [Yes, his body is tired, but the shadows of his nightmare yet linger at the fringes of his mind.]