He likes the assurances. He would have agreed with her if not for the next question; even her lips pressed softly against his neck can't distract him from the automatic process the fires up in his mind, the mechanical search for a 'first time'. He supposes it was with... Crow.
He makes a face. If he finds it invasive, it's for the entirely wrong reasons. The memory isn't a bad one, but it's tied to too many things: hatred, confusion, manipulation, a time when they called themselves brothers sharply contrasted against his recollection of mangled corpses.
But she's not asking about that, is she?
"It was... okay, I guess." He's looking off at the end of the bed now, honestly trying to remember, "It was kind of sudden, so I was pretty... confused? I didn't know what I was supposed to do or what I was supposed to be feeling, so... That part wasn't so great. The guy was alright, but wasn't all that great at giving me warnings or explaining things."
He pauses for a second, and his frown eases a little with an amusing thought, "Actually, that sounds really awkward. Maybe it was worse than I remember, jeez."
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He makes a face. If he finds it invasive, it's for the entirely wrong reasons. The memory isn't a bad one, but it's tied to too many things: hatred, confusion, manipulation, a time when they called themselves brothers sharply contrasted against his recollection of mangled corpses.
But she's not asking about that, is she?
"It was... okay, I guess." He's looking off at the end of the bed now, honestly trying to remember, "It was kind of sudden, so I was pretty... confused? I didn't know what I was supposed to do or what I was supposed to be feeling, so... That part wasn't so great. The guy was alright, but wasn't all that great at giving me warnings or explaining things."
He pauses for a second, and his frown eases a little with an amusing thought, "Actually, that sounds really awkward. Maybe it was worse than I remember, jeez."