[She's so soft. Everything would be fine and dandy if he could rest like this forever. That's all he'd ever want to ask for. He won't ask for it, because any meaning to him lies in what his hand could provide for Diva. Food or safety or anything she'd want. Companionship. He was never supposed to stop being her companion, not unless she'd willed it, but it was his brothers who took him away from her. He shuts his eyes and sighs against her chest, and his hand inches forward to pinch at the side of her dress. Until--
His eyes flash open, and his breath stops inside his sore throat.] Ah, [he says. His face feels cold. He--unthinkably--skitters back from her a few inches, shrinking into himself. His hand darts up to press against the place where his other arm was cut away. Now he's flushing intensely. It's absolute humiliation.] Diva, no, I... [He says it weakly, and weirdly meek. He can't meet her eyes. He just wants to be held by her again.]
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His eyes flash open, and his breath stops inside his sore throat.] Ah, [he says. His face feels cold. He--unthinkably--skitters back from her a few inches, shrinking into himself. His hand darts up to press against the place where his other arm was cut away. Now he's flushing intensely. It's absolute humiliation.] Diva, no, I... [He says it weakly, and weirdly meek. He can't meet her eyes. He just wants to be held by her again.]