[ That's totally not a low, high pitched, whatever-it-actually-is from the back of his throat. Just brushing against him, leaving him so tense and alternating between being blissfully free of thoughts and trying furiously to figure out what it is he wants his irritating mouth to actually get out.

At least by now he's being difficult because he's stalling, rather than just being difficult? ]

I ask for you to do things. For you to tell me to do things I can do. I'm pretty sure there's residual trauma, and they handled it poorly, in my opinion, and those of everyone around us if the looks they turned our way were anything to go by. Please touch me. Come on. Anything but this breezy, gentle, bullshit. It's too much, not enough, it's just --