[ Maybe he's still a little wound up himself. Nothing like facing down something shaped like the monster made of your friend with a rifle that could melt you to make you appreciate surviving the encounter.
Maybe he just wants a more hands on moment with Locus.
Maybe he'd been just as afraid that they'd had to split up. He can't say. What he does know is he's content to follow that line of swet down Locus' spine with his lips and tongue, gradually dropping to his knees. ]
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[ Maybe he's still a little wound up himself. Nothing like facing down something shaped like the monster made of your friend with a rifle that could melt you to make you appreciate surviving the encounter.
Maybe he just wants a more hands on moment with Locus.
Maybe he'd been just as afraid that they'd had to split up. He can't say. What he does know is he's content to follow that line of swet down Locus' spine with his lips and tongue, gradually dropping to his knees. ]