[ One word and he's out if he needs to be. He hasn't-
Not with someone else, anyone else, since he'd been taken. He hasn't wanted to. He hasn't felt desirable enough to reach out- to contact anyone that might indulge him.
He turns his face into Bull's hand, lips pressing against his palm, his fingertips. ]
You. Here. No ropes, not this time.
[ He'd been bound and hung like meat fit for carving in that room. It'd be a long, long while before he could take it. ]
no subject
Not with someone else, anyone else, since he'd been taken. He hasn't wanted to. He hasn't felt desirable enough to reach out- to contact anyone that might indulge him.
He turns his face into Bull's hand, lips pressing against his palm, his fingertips. ]
You. Here. No ropes, not this time.
[ He'd been bound and hung like meat fit for carving in that room. It'd be a long, long while before he could take it. ]
No knives either.