[ Valid concerns, definitely. Most of the Dregs aren't nearly as fastidious as he is. He knows their more disgusting habits, for the most part. Still, he has to prioritize and she's letting him, giving him space as he shrugs his top off.
With a little maneuvering, they're echoing the Geldrunner in full. It makes sense to do it this way, considering the difference in their heights. But there's something under the near painful self-awareness. Well, he supposes it's always been there but, the greed got a taste and now it's desperate for another.
Like a Grisha on parem. Get a grip. ]
I know. [ Not all of him is convinced, too many bad habits screaming at him to walk away. He'd seen what a little pushing could do, though. Knows that Inej fights through something similar anytime someone gets into her personal space too much. So he does take her hand after hesitating, fingers curled loosely around hers. Nausea sticks at the back of his throat and he swallows it, focusing on how much everything stings, on her gentle urging. ]
I'll do it. [ Too much misery bubbles up when he thinks about that much contact, has a feeling the stickiness of the balm would make it even worse. He's gotten this far, he doesn't want to backtrack so quickly.
So he does let go of her hand to take the jar, a strange sense of something missing fluttering in his chest when he breaks the contact. It's thrilling and terrifying, like jumping from one roof to another.
Thankfully, applying the salve takes more of his attention away from it. There's still an awareness because how could he not be, but his hands have something to do. And, well, it does hurt more than expected in a few spots. Nothing clears the head quite so well. ]
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Date: 2021-04-27 08:30 pm (UTC)With a little maneuvering, they're echoing the Geldrunner in full. It makes sense to do it this way, considering the difference in their heights. But there's something under the near painful self-awareness. Well, he supposes it's always been there but, the greed got a taste and now it's desperate for another.
Like a Grisha on parem. Get a grip. ]
I know. [ Not all of him is convinced, too many bad habits screaming at him to walk away. He'd seen what a little pushing could do, though. Knows that Inej fights through something similar anytime someone gets into her personal space too much. So he does take her hand after hesitating, fingers curled loosely around hers. Nausea sticks at the back of his throat and he swallows it, focusing on how much everything stings, on her gentle urging. ]
I'll do it. [ Too much misery bubbles up when he thinks about that much contact, has a feeling the stickiness of the balm would make it even worse. He's gotten this far, he doesn't want to backtrack so quickly.
So he does let go of her hand to take the jar, a strange sense of something missing fluttering in his chest when he breaks the contact. It's thrilling and terrifying, like jumping from one roof to another.
Thankfully, applying the salve takes more of his attention away from it. There's still an awareness because how could he not be, but his hands have something to do. And, well, it does hurt more than expected in a few spots. Nothing clears the head quite so well. ]