[ It talks almost more effort than he can manage at the moment to tilt his head into Bull's hand, seeking out every moment of gentle contact and approval he can wring from this. Well. He did well. The idea that Bull could be lying doesn't occur to him in the slightest. This is the one place where his suspicions can't exist.
Zevran swallows, licks his lips and sags against the bed- drifting too much to think anything of being unbound but appreciating it intensely all the same.
Every callous, every impression of the ropes on his arms rubbed and handled gently. Like e's worth handling gently. It's- new. A little confusing. He mumbles something, he's not even certain what, when Bull leaves the bed. Give him five minutes to come down and he'll be out of his hair. ]
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Zevran swallows, licks his lips and sags against the bed- drifting too much to think anything of being unbound but appreciating it intensely all the same.
Every callous, every impression of the ropes on his arms rubbed and handled gently. Like e's worth handling gently. It's- new. A little confusing. He mumbles something, he's not even certain what, when Bull leaves the bed. Give him five minutes to come down and he'll be out of his hair. ]