Eh-? [he's still seeing stars, so to speak, his head fuzzy while he’s throbbing and tingling from the comedown. even so, Grey’s fidgeting pulls what lucidity toward him.
his cheek still tickles where it was licked. his throat is still dry from gasping. even so—-
even so, hearing Grey struggle, his own name on his lips, is stirring. he fumbles blindly to find and follow his arm, find his hand, already uncertain he’s doing the right thing, but he already committed.]
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his cheek still tickles where it was licked. his throat is still dry from gasping. even so—-
even so, hearing Grey struggle, his own name on his lips, is stirring. he fumbles blindly to find and follow his arm, find his hand, already uncertain he’s doing the right thing, but he already committed.]