“Ah-.” Dorian began, a small pained expression on his face, it was but momentary.
“Will you tell me what happened?” He didn’t wish to push but seeing his friend so unhappy he wanted to know the cause, how dare something lower his beloved DJ’s spirits!
“Seeing you this sad, it simply will not do!”
Another shrug, followed by a few seconds of silence.
“...He decided it would be better to go our own ways, I guess.” He’d finally replied, while his head remained turned away for the time being, though at least he’d moved a little to settle his arms in a more comfortable position than where they’d previously been simply flopped at his sides, bringing them up to hang loosely over each of Dorian’s shoulders. He hadn’t actually had a chance to even talk to anyone else about this yet.
