[ He's about to beg again for Steve to just stay still, fearful of losing that feeling of a hand on his, of human touch. But then there's another, a warmth against his face that he recognizes for the palm of a hand, and God. It feels like he's going to burst from the emotion. ]
Yes. [ Still whispering, and still remaining oh-so-still, in case the slightest movement on his part destroys everything. ] My God, I can.
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Yes. [ Still whispering, and still remaining oh-so-still, in case the slightest movement on his part destroys everything. ] My God, I can.