[She will no doubt feel his embarrassment bleed outward when she calls him out, his heartbeat quickening and his stomach dropping into a void. How was he supposed to explain this? The question is superficial, he knows, but he would be lying if he wasn't still trying to come down from his dreams last night.
It was different, in the moment. Now, he feels like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.]
I -- I just. It's nothing. Sometimes--
[His voice tapers off uselessly and he moves with the intent of crawling off the bed, only to find that there's no real bed left to crawl off of.]
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It was different, in the moment. Now, he feels like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.]
I -- I just. It's nothing. Sometimes--
[His voice tapers off uselessly and he moves with the intent of crawling off the bed, only to find that there's no real bed left to crawl off of.]
It just happens.