[ He shivers in response, a quiet sound muffled behind the lips he's pressing together. His forehead drops to your shoulder ( or tries to, anyway; you're close... close enough for him to try. ) You'll feel the way he shifts under your grip, muscles tensing more in anticipation than anxiety as he attempts to make himself comfortable on that bed.
The nervousness eventually creeps back though, to prompt a soft: ] I... I don't -- I'll try.
[ Soft, a little shy. He can't seem to get his mind off how all the blood seems to have sunk to one particular part of his body. ]
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The nervousness eventually creeps back though, to prompt a soft: ] I... I don't -- I'll try.
[ Soft, a little shy. He can't seem to get his mind off how all the blood seems to have sunk to one particular part of his body. ]