[ Matt's own feelings of uncertainty begin to melt away, starting as Liem looks at him. There's an intelligence behind that look, a careful weighing--and when Liem begins to touch his left arm, that's careful too. Part of Matt half-expected that it would hurt, the way it's hurt sometimes when his retainer bumps him the wrong way, and he'd have to try to manage the fact. Instead, it's just ... a lot. Surprisingly a lot. ]
That's good.
[ Murmured. After a long beat, Matt looks up to find Liem looking down at him. He exhales on a soft sigh, urging ease through his limbs--from his lungs through his veins, out to the tips of his fingers and blunt throb of his stump. ]
You're gentle, [ he adds, softer. Barely above a whisper. ] I like it.
[ No intentional provocation this time. Just the facts: Liem is gentle. Matt likes it. ]
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That's good.
[ Murmured. After a long beat, Matt looks up to find Liem looking down at him. He exhales on a soft sigh, urging ease through his limbs--from his lungs through his veins, out to the tips of his fingers and blunt throb of his stump. ]
You're gentle, [ he adds, softer. Barely above a whisper. ] I like it.
[ No intentional provocation this time. Just the facts: Liem is gentle. Matt likes it. ]