[ a snort at that. touching will make it even more difficult yet, albeit in new and special ways. heine can't say he likes vanessa, he barely likes anyone, but he doesn't particularly relish the idea of accidentally losing control and disembowling her, either.
it clearly takes effort for him to push himself out of the chair he's occupying and join her on the couch instead. every nerve of him is on edge, tension radiating from him so clearly she won't need any special sensitivity to read it. his hands, fingers curled into something not unlike claws, rest awkwardly on his knees, because the other option is to hold onto the couch and heine feels there's a real chance he'll tear through it. ]
Now what? [ heine asks, speaking through gritted teeth. ]
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it clearly takes effort for him to push himself out of the chair he's occupying and join her on the couch instead. every nerve of him is on edge, tension radiating from him so clearly she won't need any special sensitivity to read it. his hands, fingers curled into something not unlike claws, rest awkwardly on his knees, because the other option is to hold onto the couch and heine feels there's a real chance he'll tear through it. ]
Now what? [ heine asks, speaking through gritted teeth. ]