[ Silco didn't cry out, or gasp. He winced, of course, when Gen's grip tightened, his bare hand exposed to Gen's nails and the strength of someone who spent at least some of their time working at martial efforts. He couldn't see his own eyes, but with the burst of shimmer, they were that neon purple of shimmer -- both of them -- shifting, like liquid warping into the iris, before it faded once more. He breathed in, breathed out, and one of his eyes closed, until he finally started to relax his fingers, and Silco could pull his hand away, and he tugged a glove back on, to cover his hands, and keep them away from brushing up against others.
Silco didn't fear his control these days, but any excuse to keep himself from having to touch other people felt like an exercise in appropriate caution.
He watched, carefully, as Gen started to relax, his breathing harsh as he gulped it in. As someone who used Shimmer for his own medicinal purposes, he understood the feeling, the relief it brought. He waited, for Gen to say something.
After all, Silco didn't need to fill the silence, and he certainly didn't need to rub it in. Gen knew what he had, and he knew what shimmer could do for him. That was enough. ]
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Silco didn't fear his control these days, but any excuse to keep himself from having to touch other people felt like an exercise in appropriate caution.
He watched, carefully, as Gen started to relax, his breathing harsh as he gulped it in. As someone who used Shimmer for his own medicinal purposes, he understood the feeling, the relief it brought. He waited, for Gen to say something.
After all, Silco didn't need to fill the silence, and he certainly didn't need to rub it in. Gen knew what he had, and he knew what shimmer could do for him. That was enough. ]