[ The empathy bond hits him delayed just like everything else, a few seconds off before he remembers to tug his hands quickly up over her shirt sleeves. It's the discomfort and the awkwardness that drives it, and he doesn't think twice about it.
A year. ]
Jesus.
[ Breathed out, just shy of speechless. ]
No- come on, god—
[ Quickly, and without any real complete sentences. ]
You scared the shit out of me, you can talk as much as you want.
no subject
A year. ]
Jesus.
[ Breathed out, just shy of speechless. ]
No- come on, god—
[ Quickly, and without any real complete sentences. ]
You scared the shit out of me, you can talk as much as you want.