[ Eyes drop lower when she speaks, confirming that he didn't have good reasons and didn't even want to try and defend them to make them better. It helps, when she forces him to face her completely - at least, will be, when she's no longer paying special attention to his neck. And oh, such special attention. His hands tighten into fists in the handcuffs, a muffled sound from the recesses of his chest, because yes okay, keep doing that. ] S'boring. [ Lower, and a little tight, compared to his usual tone. Also losing the memory of being told not to speak. That was fast. ]
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