That’s good! Haha, [ he laughs softly, more indulgent than anything else. ] That means it’s working.
[ His pale brows furrow. Working… but not in the way he’s supposed to be.
He glances, with the knot of worry tightening in his chest, at his Watch, at the script provided him. It’s ridiculous, of course, but this effort to help her relax will be for nothing if his failure to play the game properly throws them into a suit flare.
Which… it wouldn’t, but he doesn’t know that; Phainon only knows the last few times he messed up, refused to play or thought he could fight his way through, the resultant suit flare caused him and others no end of trouble.
He doesn’t doubt her strength or her resolve, but… she strikes him as someone who carries on her burdens alone. He doesn’t want to add to them. ]
…If I was there with you now, [ he hazards, carefully, lowly, ] I would have my hands on your shoulders, kneading out the stiffness there. You could even lean back on me, if you’d like.
(Continuation of the Phone Sex game)
That’s good! Haha, [ he laughs softly, more indulgent than anything else. ] That means it’s working.
[ His pale brows furrow. Working… but not in the way he’s supposed to be.
He glances, with the knot of worry tightening in his chest, at his Watch, at the script provided him. It’s ridiculous, of course, but this effort to help her relax will be for nothing if his failure to play the game properly throws them into a suit flare.
Which… it wouldn’t, but he doesn’t know that; Phainon only knows the last few times he messed up, refused to play or thought he could fight his way through, the resultant suit flare caused him and others no end of trouble.
He doesn’t doubt her strength or her resolve, but… she strikes him as someone who carries on her burdens alone. He doesn’t want to add to them. ]
…If I was there with you now, [ he hazards, carefully, lowly, ] I would have my hands on your shoulders, kneading out the stiffness there. You could even lean back on me, if you’d like.
Would you like that?