[ He's still basically just not moving; wherever she leaves his legs after removing the cuffs is where they stay for now, and the same for his hands after she removes those as well and finishes examining his wrists. He sort of watches her do that as well, through half-lidded eyes, but when she leans over to clean him off, he lets them slide shut entirely. It's a nice feeling, the washcloth gently rolling across nerves that are crackling with extra juice. It's like an all-over-buzz of low electricity within his skin, and he's not sure he'd know how to describe it even if he were capable of doing that right now anyway.
Her question makes him look up at her again though. ] Can't you tell? [ Mumbled, but not because of any obstructions. Just because finding his voice is, as stated, a process slowly taking place. ]
seriously i grin every time i see it
Her question makes him look up at her again though. ] Can't you tell? [ Mumbled, but not because of any obstructions. Just because finding his voice is, as stated, a process slowly taking place. ]