[ zero to sixty. it takes a little time to reel him in at first, and he leans into it stiff and slow, unsure of his ground -- but the idea twinges some muscle memory in him, and then he's pressing into it after all, hands flattening against a shoulderblade as his forehead bows against a shoulder. ]
. . . what're you doing.
[ on the other hand: that's not quite sentiment. ]
no subject
. . . what're you doing.
[ on the other hand: that's not quite sentiment. ]