Similarly shifting his position to sit diagonally on the bed, he scoots closer to settle where his leg rests lightly against her own under her hand. Benjiro grips the brush lightly at the handle, and he raises it to her hair to pick up where she left off. The first passes of the brush are ginger as he focuses on being gentle while becoming reacquainted with the familiar motion. Much like riding a bike, it feels natural in seconds.
Prompted to talk more, a shadow of a smile crosses his face. He had expected such, and instead of the same anxiety seizing him as before, the contact with Sadie and the busyness of his hands wards off the worst of it. His heart rate does start to creep upwards, but it doesn’t affect him outwardly as he responds.
“You figured it out earlier, Sadie… There are a number of reasons not to want to gauntlets around, but seeing them next to you made me consider the sheer size of them. And consequently, him.” A sweep of his fingers through her hair to reposition it with his other hand, then he resumes with his voice measured, “Remember the drawings I made of the other three? He has a similar frame to the blue and yellow ones, but he’s taller. It’s difficult to pin down any specific measurements, but he must be close to 210 centimeters. And worse still, his arms are prominent.”
A pause to breathe, then he brings the fear out into words through the sharp teeth he already had thrust upon him, “…if my Number affects me that way again in the future, I could end up like...that.”
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Prompted to talk more, a shadow of a smile crosses his face. He had expected such, and instead of the same anxiety seizing him as before, the contact with Sadie and the busyness of his hands wards off the worst of it. His heart rate does start to creep upwards, but it doesn’t affect him outwardly as he responds.
“You figured it out earlier, Sadie… There are a number of reasons not to want to gauntlets around, but seeing them next to you made me consider the sheer size of them. And consequently, him.” A sweep of his fingers through her hair to reposition it with his other hand, then he resumes with his voice measured, “Remember the drawings I made of the other three? He has a similar frame to the blue and yellow ones, but he’s taller. It’s difficult to pin down any specific measurements, but he must be close to 210 centimeters. And worse still, his arms are prominent.”
A pause to breathe, then he brings the fear out into words through the sharp teeth he already had thrust upon him, “…if my Number affects me that way again in the future, I could end up like...that.”