[His hand grips tight at his back, not actually holding on all the way now because he's way too distracted by the nicer feelings he has on his skin compared to the throbs of pain from his right hand.
His head rolls the other way, as though he's trying to escape the other.]
Stop flattering yourself.[He's grumpy when he says it though, flustered that he's being smothered with so much affection.]
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His head rolls the other way, as though he's trying to escape the other.]
Stop flattering yourself.[He's grumpy when he says it though, flustered that he's being smothered with so much affection.]