[ He's half certain he's come from the sudden blinding graze of sensation that subtle shift brings. He feels like he should have by now and- doesn't know why he hasn't. Holding out for permission? He wasn't told to not-
He can't even think hard enough to worry about it. About anything. Zevran whimpers, face pressed to Bull's chest as he's praised and that- that's what he's needed. Good. He's done good. He doesn't need to work anymore. When he's not floating and later if he remembers this, the faint spill of relieved tears might mortify him. As it is he takes the support he's given and melts back against Bull easily, eagerly. ]
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[ He's half certain he's come from the sudden blinding graze of sensation that subtle shift brings. He feels like he should have by now and- doesn't know why he hasn't. Holding out for permission? He wasn't told to not-
He can't even think hard enough to worry about it. About anything. Zevran whimpers, face pressed to Bull's chest as he's praised and that- that's what he's needed. Good. He's done good. He doesn't need to work anymore. When he's not floating and later if he remembers this, the faint spill of relieved tears might mortify him. As it is he takes the support he's given and melts back against Bull easily, eagerly. ]