[He lets his eyes drift shut as he lets the silence and the lather lull him back to an emotionally safe place. For how on edge he was about that thigh-grabbing business -- and every other little physical interaction -- this...was calming. It made his insides twist in disgust as a voice in the back of his mind could only grab "petting" as the closest name for what it was and why it was so relaxing, since he wasn't an animal, but even that thought could be quieted with some effort. Emil trying to explaining things was a good distraction from it.]
...You say that but I don't understand how. Unless you thought I was going to be wrong instead of being wrong now.
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...You say that but I don't understand how. Unless you thought I was going to be wrong instead of being wrong now.