[Manabu shrinks a bit, almost into the space that is made from the way Grey is leaning. all this touch-attention is making him anxious and warm.
...and yeah. hard. even without saying so, the way his eyes dart back and then away again with embarrassment is telling. open book and all.]
Grey, you...you really...get under my skin. Is that okay? [it's an echo of the uncertainty he uttered in the safety of the dark, but he can't help but feel even weaker out in the light of day, especially under those eyes.]
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...and yeah. hard. even without saying so, the way his eyes dart back and then away again with embarrassment is telling. open book and all.]
Grey, you...you really...get under my skin. Is that okay? [it's an echo of the uncertainty he uttered in the safety of the dark, but he can't help but feel even weaker out in the light of day, especially under those eyes.]