[Clu hadn't thought he could relax any further, half-melted under the deft pressure of dedicated strong fingers and gently rinsed clean. Flynn hovers close, thoroughly absorbed, pressing the truth low against his shoulder.
Clu feels a lot better about that than he should, which no towel is gonna hide for long, and anyway he's not wearing one.
But it's more than that, or more than just that. It's more even than the live-wire thrum of very old input in brand new senses--there's a wash of curiosity, an intent interest he can almost feel in his veins, all his nerves alive with fascination.]
Yeah, [drawn out slow, breath back in with the steam through his teeth] it's a lot like that. Is that even a thing, here? [He really should be more precise.] You feel good, all invested in a problem.
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Clu feels a lot better about that than he should, which no towel is gonna hide for long, and anyway he's not wearing one.
But it's more than that, or more than just that. It's more even than the live-wire thrum of very old input in brand new senses--there's a wash of curiosity, an intent interest he can almost feel in his veins, all his nerves alive with fascination.]
Yeah, [drawn out slow, breath back in with the steam through his teeth] it's a lot like that. Is that even a thing, here? [He really should be more precise.] You feel good, all invested in a problem.
[There's no sting in it, low and playful.]
What're you working on back there, anyway?