[ If Caren puts up no resistance, then that's all the more reason for Gen not to let go. Her meager protest goes basically ignored; it's only the gentle brush of chilled palms over his skin that earns a breathless huff as his grip claws harder against her clothes. ]
Just shut up and sit your ass down.
[ In truth, there's not much comforting about the tactile sensations she presents. She's too delicately-built and cold to provide him any distraction through lurid indulgence, and the lack of any real resistance means he can't even pretend he's effectively venting his distress through anger, as he always does. But still, she's something that his mind can fixate on, the simple physical feedback of her presence better grounding him in reality.
He huffs another hard exhale before tugging at her again, urging her to settle down like he demands. But at least this time he accompanies that gesture with more than just a shitty, rude command. ]
... you're acting all calm, but you're not feeling normal right now, are you? I can feel it, y'know. The way you're all jittery inside. [ That flutter of her pulse is slightly askew from the more twisting, gut-wrenching pace of his own anxiety, but it's still close enough that he can recognize it for what it is. ] So stay.
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[ If Caren puts up no resistance, then that's all the more reason for Gen not to let go. Her meager protest goes basically ignored; it's only the gentle brush of chilled palms over his skin that earns a breathless huff as his grip claws harder against her clothes. ]
Just shut up and sit your ass down.
[ In truth, there's not much comforting about the tactile sensations she presents. She's too delicately-built and cold to provide him any distraction through lurid indulgence, and the lack of any real resistance means he can't even pretend he's effectively venting his distress through anger, as he always does. But still, she's something that his mind can fixate on, the simple physical feedback of her presence better grounding him in reality.
He huffs another hard exhale before tugging at her again, urging her to settle down like he demands. But at least this time he accompanies that gesture with more than just a shitty, rude command. ]
... you're acting all calm, but you're not feeling normal right now, are you? I can feel it, y'know. The way you're all jittery inside. [ That flutter of her pulse is slightly askew from the more twisting, gut-wrenching pace of his own anxiety, but it's still close enough that he can recognize it for what it is. ] So stay.