[ he had to put his mug down to cup where the chip was, beneath his long hair, eyes closed. okay, the nightmares have gotten worse... but...
was that a good reason to pry it out? what would the procedure do? he didn't want this sort of thing to happen... he looked at John in the eye, and with his messy bedhead hair, for once, his bangs weren't obscuring the emotion behind his gaze, scared and exhausted like a child that'd been lost and alone for days. ]
Can't you just... make an exception? I don't... [ what didn't he like? ... it was just knowing that he was putting some semblance of trust in another person with regards to his body, even if it was this small--it still felt so risky. ]
Maybe you can just show me how to do it. I'll do it on my own.
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was that a good reason to pry it out? what would the procedure do? he didn't want this sort of thing to happen... he looked at John in the eye, and with his messy bedhead hair, for once, his bangs weren't obscuring the emotion behind his gaze, scared and exhausted like a child that'd been lost and alone for days. ]
Can't you just... make an exception? I don't... [ what didn't he like? ... it was just knowing that he was putting some semblance of trust in another person with regards to his body, even if it was this small--it still felt so risky. ]
Maybe you can just show me how to do it. I'll do it on my own.