"Uh, yeah," he agrees, feeling her hands over his back, trying to focus on the smell. Smells different from a lot of the stuff Stitches has but it's different from anything he'd smell in any of the other rooms his mind's trying to send him into, too, with all the expectations that he'd find inside them. So he hangs onto the detail.
Talking, too. Talking would be different. Making conversation. Not as easy right now as it usually is, though; it would feel a little weird to just ask about her day, or something little and unimportant like that. Like it'd come out sounding unnatural. What else had she said that he could maybe answer her on? Quite the endeavour, yeah.
"She got pretty wild for a minute. Lots of endeavouring all around." And then: "Is this, uh, alright?" he finds himself asking. "You can reach everything okay?"
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(Anonymous) 2021-11-12 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)Talking, too. Talking would be different. Making conversation. Not as easy right now as it usually is, though; it would feel a little weird to just ask about her day, or something little and unimportant like that. Like it'd come out sounding unnatural. What else had she said that he could maybe answer her on? Quite the endeavour, yeah.
"She got pretty wild for a minute. Lots of endeavouring all around." And then: "Is this, uh, alright?" he finds himself asking. "You can reach everything okay?"