[ even that first touch has credence clutching at graves' shoulders, not from nervousness (okay, a little nervousness) or fear but from breathless anticipation, from trying to keep himself from tensing up. be a good boy pulls a quiet breath from him and he nods, pressing his fingertips in just a little more against the skin. ]
Okay... [ he tries to settle the tension in his body, breathing slowly and burrowing against his shoulder. ] I'm trying.
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Okay... [ he tries to settle the tension in his body, breathing slowly and burrowing against his shoulder. ] I'm trying.