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he watches impassively as the other uncoils, distantly regretting his decision; it is not for the reason he expects. the intimacy of their position had not been lost on him, but in the moment had been secondary— now, he feels lacking. it has been so long since he has touched another not of his own flesh and blood. the request is unexpected, but he doesn't blink. "tell me yours," he returns, expression unchanging.