[ He still doesn't trust Owen one bit, but he has to admit the touch is electrifying. It's not like he isn't used to it. He is, but here and now, with Owen's proposition in mind and the context of their exchange...
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Or it's that. Actually, it's definitely that. (That's what he tells himself, because it's humiliating to admit he wants to be touched.) Seated at the edge of the bed, Faust looks up at him. ]
... So that's what it is. [ He wants to think that Owen's mentioning it is what makes his skin feel flushed, makes him ache. A placebo effect, he wants to tell himself, but he can't. ] I was wondering why you were so willing to share sweets.
[ If his voice is already strained.... don't worry about it. ]
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Or it's that. Actually, it's definitely that. (That's what he tells himself, because it's humiliating to admit he wants to be touched.) Seated at the edge of the bed, Faust looks up at him. ]
... So that's what it is. [ He wants to think that Owen's mentioning it is what makes his skin feel flushed, makes him ache. A placebo effect, he wants to tell himself, but he can't. ] I was wondering why you were so willing to share sweets.
[ If his voice is already strained.... don't worry about it. ]