[She's not totally wrong about that -- the pulling of his sleeve unraveling him, at least. He's forced to move with it, fear of what might come afterward if he resists. For what Aeryn would do, if she thought he was being dishonest.
It wasn't dishonest -- not at the core of him. He cares too much to resist her for long. Somewhere, in the back of his head, another voice echoes in encouragement. The pressure of a hand on his shoulder, though he knows there is nothing there.
Its his own, and yet not his own all the same time.]
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It wasn't dishonest -- not at the core of him. He cares too much to resist her for long. Somewhere, in the back of his head, another voice echoes in encouragement. The pressure of a hand on his shoulder, though he knows there is nothing there.
Its his own, and yet not his own all the same time.]