[The tension is what comes of holding himself back, of waiting to see what others’ reactions are to things they take for standard—and also of overdoing it in the mud. He still doesn’t quite have the trick of balance, at, anything, even as he’s gaining strength and skill.
It’s good that even one other person understands.
And that feels great, insistent fingers digging out an entirely genuine groan of relief.]
Yeah. [The word stretched low and lazy, spine flexed to draw his shoulder blades closer together—to nudge the hand tending them.
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It’s good that even one other person understands.
And that feels great, insistent fingers digging out an entirely genuine groan of relief.]
Yeah. [The word stretched low and lazy, spine flexed to draw his shoulder blades closer together—to nudge the hand tending them.
Because that’s—he wonders.]
What about you? You feel anything?