[It takes a while to get back to camp when you've gone and run off to beat up trees in lieu of instructors.]
[She takes his hand without thinking, sitting down at the edge of the bed and trying to get words out past the lump in her throat. He's whole, and she doesn't see any scars or stitches, but with the CDC that means nothing and she damn well knows it. She looks down at their hands and...pauses, confused for a moment before squeezing it gently and looking back up.]
his cheeks flush, quick and bright when her hand grips his, lips slightly parted with surprise, with each moment coming a softer touch to the color. he shows no signs of pulling away, or flinching— his eyes are half-wide, blinking as he holds himself from looking down at the touch, though the concerned gaze settles easily on lan fan.
it's . . . warm.
he settles with the warmth that expands from the middle of his stomach, doing nothing to retreat, keeping his hand still and in her hold. with a few more lingering moments of hesitation, the teen swallows, and returns to squeeze with his own of reassurance. ( ah, are his palms a bit sweaty all of a sudden—? h-hah. ) ]
They turned our cuffs off for a few seconds.
[ he tries his best to grip back the direness of the situation, worried that he'd create alarm that— was no longer needed. alarm they'd do better without. nevertheless, the residue of the memory of what that pain felt like might show in his features. ]
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[She takes his hand without thinking, sitting down at the edge of the bed and trying to get words out past the lump in her throat. He's whole, and she doesn't see any scars or stitches, but with the CDC that means nothing and she damn well knows it. She looks down at their hands and...pauses, confused for a moment before squeezing it gently and looking back up.]
What...what did they do?
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his cheeks flush, quick and bright when her hand grips his, lips slightly parted with surprise, with each moment coming a softer touch to the color. he shows no signs of pulling away, or flinching— his eyes are half-wide, blinking as he holds himself from looking down at the touch, though the concerned gaze settles easily on lan fan.
it's . . . warm.
he settles with the warmth that expands from the middle of his stomach, doing nothing to retreat, keeping his hand still and in her hold. with a few more lingering moments of hesitation, the teen swallows, and returns to squeeze with his own of reassurance. ( ah, are his palms a bit sweaty all of a sudden—? h-hah. ) ]
They turned our cuffs off for a few seconds.
[ he tries his best to grip back the direness of the situation, worried that he'd create alarm that— was no longer needed. alarm they'd do better without. nevertheless, the residue of the memory of what that pain felt like might show in his features. ]