[It's too feeble a laugh for Grey to properly feel it, but with the way they're connected right now Grey feels extra aware of whatever Manabu does. And that little laugh on its own distracts him with a curl of warmth in his chest.]
Well... [Grey can't put together a rebuttal, particularly because so much of his blood flow is directed towards his dick instead of his brain right now. So he shifts the subject a little, after a noticeable hesitation.] Is it bad?
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Well... [Grey can't put together a rebuttal, particularly because so much of his blood flow is directed towards his dick instead of his brain right now. So he shifts the subject a little, after a noticeable hesitation.] Is it bad?