[ A brief grunt, his breathing immediately strained. He was sensitive, even moreso with one sense completely cut off. The anticipation of what she's going to do, the fact that he can't even begin to predict it...
What is he supposed to do? Should he... place his hands on her head? Or keep them next to himself on the bed? Should he be encouraging...? ]
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[ A brief grunt, his breathing immediately strained. He was sensitive, even moreso with one sense completely cut off. The anticipation of what she's going to do, the fact that he can't even begin to predict it...
What is he supposed to do? Should he... place his hands on her head? Or keep them next to himself on the bed? Should he be encouraging...? ]
It... it's okay... I trust you.