[Guren finds himself following Dextera's hand over the board with his eyes, almost lost in how he's trying to figure out his own take on this. His own hand in his lap twitches slightly, fingers flexing almost like he wants to reach out, but ultimately he curls them into his palm and looks elsewhere in the room.
It's hard not to feel guilty, sitting here playing games. He knows it's no waste of time. Friendship is important everywhere, and Dextera is his own person, and just as important— but Guren hasn't made any progress in figuring out how to get home, and it's eating at him. He left things a mess. He was still trying to finish his plans and make sure things got fixed. It's not a waste of time here, but it still feels like one in parts.
It's always in comfortable moments like these that he's left to sit silently and think about problems, but he remembers to appreciate it for what it is, too. After his stare around the room, he looks back at Dextera with unmistakable fondness. He doesn't really need a rematch right now, either, but he doesn't want to leave just yet.]
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It's hard not to feel guilty, sitting here playing games. He knows it's no waste of time. Friendship is important everywhere, and Dextera is his own person, and just as important— but Guren hasn't made any progress in figuring out how to get home, and it's eating at him. He left things a mess. He was still trying to finish his plans and make sure things got fixed. It's not a waste of time here, but it still feels like one in parts.
It's always in comfortable moments like these that he's left to sit silently and think about problems, but he remembers to appreciate it for what it is, too. After his stare around the room, he looks back at Dextera with unmistakable fondness. He doesn't really need a rematch right now, either, but he doesn't want to leave just yet.]