( it's an automatic response--his hand lashes out, a grip that feels too hard over esi's wrist, where that hand plucks at his shirt; he has to relax his jaw, relax his fingers, drawing back slightly when he realizes it. kind of an odd reaction, and he doesn't know where it comes from: it's not like he trusts anyone, in this place, but more than that, it's almost as though he's never really contended with the thought that someone might want to touch him for the sake of touching him, that someone might reach out like that for him without him encouraging it.
awkwardly, he lets out a soft breath, annoyed with himself--and slowly, his hands move to his own hem, tugging and pulling up the fabric until the whole of it can slip off his shoulders, ruffling already-messy hair in the process. )
I'm not embarrassed. ( --which is likely a hard thing to believe, after his reaction, but he's pushing forward to ignore it. rather than drop his sweatshirt, and the tank top beneath it, onto the floor, he dumps it into esi's lap with a short smile, faint. )
But if you don't want to look at me, that's fine with me.
( there's a sharpness to his gaze, a smoldering amusement that doesn't quite fit into the smile his lips are playing with. )
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awkwardly, he lets out a soft breath, annoyed with himself--and slowly, his hands move to his own hem, tugging and pulling up the fabric until the whole of it can slip off his shoulders, ruffling already-messy hair in the process. )
I'm not embarrassed. ( --which is likely a hard thing to believe, after his reaction, but he's pushing forward to ignore it. rather than drop his sweatshirt, and the tank top beneath it, onto the floor, he dumps it into esi's lap with a short smile, faint. )
But if you don't want to look at me, that's fine with me.
( there's a sharpness to his gaze, a smoldering amusement that doesn't quite fit into the smile his lips are playing with. )
Gonna make me take it all off, huh?