He pulls his hands away, sitting back on his heels as his eyes dart around, trying to get the context of where he is. It's certainly not where he was, but at least it's vaguely familiar. His attention flits to her, which only fills him with a sinking dread. Though he doesn't want to, his attention drops to his hips and he immediately flushes crimson.
His hands are quick to find the buttons, though it's not easy task to fit everything back in, especially since he's so susceptible to the overwhelming sensation of each grazing.
While he fumbles, he looks back to her with sincere concern.
"I'm so sorry. Did he--" His voice is frantic. "Did I--Are you hurt?"
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Date: 2021-11-05 07:00 pm (UTC)His hands are quick to find the buttons, though it's not easy task to fit everything back in, especially since he's so susceptible to the overwhelming sensation of each grazing.
While he fumbles, he looks back to her with sincere concern.
"I'm so sorry. Did he--" His voice is frantic. "Did I--Are you hurt?"