[Well, he's not unused to being touched, at this point, but it's still out of nowhere. It startles him, like a shiver, just as he's pulled his pants on, and he turns slightly to stare at Dodger, his own hand reaching back to touch where he had.]
Get what?
[His... ass? His lack of ass? This is probably the strangest question he's had yet.]
There's... [He drifts off, staring at Dodger's face, and he swears he can remember his warmth so much more than this, the greedy curl of fingers over that same spot, a sensitive sort of bruise. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. His head hurts... he's dizzy. What's going on, exactly...?]
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Get what?
[His... ass? His lack of ass? This is probably the strangest question he's had yet.]
There's... [He drifts off, staring at Dodger's face, and he swears he can remember his warmth so much more than this, the greedy curl of fingers over that same spot, a sensitive sort of bruise. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. His head hurts... he's dizzy. What's going on, exactly...?]