[He fights her grip in a panicked manner initially, like something terrible might happen if he isn’t allowed to continue what he is doing. But then she makes demands, and he obeys, freezing all movement and leaving him a light quivering mess as he looks into her eyes.
What was wrong with him? He’d never felt so — vulnerable and out of control in his life. Even now, it feels like that anger might creep back up on him, and he might hurt Kira again. Or himself. Or his mother. Just thinking of her has him squirming in discomfort again.
But he clamps down on it by turning his hands to grip the smaller woman’s arms.]
Please don’t make me do that again.
[His voice is steady this time, with a paranoid wariness very obviously present.]
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What was wrong with him? He’d never felt so — vulnerable and out of control in his life. Even now, it feels like that anger might creep back up on him, and he might hurt Kira again. Or himself. Or his mother. Just thinking of her has him squirming in discomfort again.
But he clamps down on it by turning his hands to grip the smaller woman’s arms.]
Please don’t make me do that again.
[His voice is steady this time, with a paranoid wariness very obviously present.]
I don’t want to hurt you.