[With how casually inviting Ethan is, how open and nonjudgmental, there might be a tiny smile in one corner of Dorian's mouth as he goes to putter about. He finds a place to sit, takes the offered glass with a nod and a small thank-you, and sips.]

You didn't tell me how interesting, [he says, already sounding a little better.] He didn't attempt any harm, mind you. Not that there's anything wrong with a little harm done in good fun. [He taps a fingernail against the glass.] I've never spoken with another immortal, except for one who was too young to understand what it is to be immortal. And we did speak at length. We might not be the same creature, but we understand one another. He understood me. In ways no one has.

[He hesitates, his jaw working as he tries to swallow the implications of what he's about to say.]

And one day, I will return to my world, and he to his. He will have his companion, and...

[And Dorian will be alone. Again.]