[ Ethan studies him in complete silence after his musings, holding onto his face perhaps a moment longer than necessary as he seems to be searching for something. A thumb brushes just beneath one of his eyes before he gives him his space back. ]

Would a lost cause be babysitting a grown man right now? I wonder. [ And he does wonder about it. Dorian is quick to remind him of how much of a lost cause he is but, when it came down to it, he was always there. Not just in this instance. ] I don't think you're as lost as you think you are.

It's not too late. [ He lays back down and rolls over, so he's facing him with his head resting atop of one of his arms on the arm of the couch. His eyes are getting heavy, but he's bound and determined to get this out. ] Not for you, not for me. Just have to find something worth changing for.

I see you, Mr. Dorian Gray.