[ It's a good thing that Trevor's answer is affirmative, because Geralt gets far too distracted watching him bite his bottom lip. Thinking about doing that for him. ]
All right. Good. [ His words are already strained as his breath comes quicker. Trevor drifts toward him seemingly without even noticing it himself, and Geralt steps in to meet him, bringing them eye to eye. His hands curl around Trevor's forearms just above his wrists, but to pull in receptively rather than stop him. ] Really prefer to do this inside, though.
[ That way they can avoid being stung further. If this is what one dose of this shit does to him, he doesn't want to know how he might react to more. ]
Don't have much of a bed, but it's held up so far.
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All right. Good. [ His words are already strained as his breath comes quicker. Trevor drifts toward him seemingly without even noticing it himself, and Geralt steps in to meet him, bringing them eye to eye. His hands curl around Trevor's forearms just above his wrists, but to pull in receptively rather than stop him. ] Really prefer to do this inside, though.
[ That way they can avoid being stung further. If this is what one dose of this shit does to him, he doesn't want to know how he might react to more. ]
Don't have much of a bed, but it's held up so far.