His heart jumps when Rat nearly touches him; he's not sure whether he's
relieved or disappointed when there's no touch of skin on skin. He tilts
his head back, looking up at him. His eyes are as dark and unreadable as
spilled ink.
"It's skin on skin," he says, finally. "But I can...I can get passed it."
He's almost ashamed of that admission.
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Date: 2016-04-08 08:29 pm (UTC)His heart jumps when Rat nearly touches him; he's not sure whether he's relieved or disappointed when there's no touch of skin on skin. He tilts his head back, looking up at him. His eyes are as dark and unreadable as spilled ink.
"It's skin on skin," he says, finally. "But I can...I can get passed it." He's almost ashamed of that admission.