[ Later, when he's not in the doghouse, he'll flip this on Locus. But he's still in the doghouse, still holding on tight for the ride while trying to tamp down on a niggling, hopeful thought. This is something different. A whole new pattern to sort out with its own rules and expectations and obligations. Doesn't make it any less grounding to hear the certainty in Locus' voice. ]
Bite me.
[ He cranes his head to the side to offer his throat, body a tense arc pinned between Locus' bulk and the steel wall. ]
no subject
Bite me.
[ He cranes his head to the side to offer his throat, body a tense arc pinned between Locus' bulk and the steel wall. ]