[ Thank god, and a bit of a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding back is released, along with several square pounds of pressure from his body. Just a rhythm, that's all he's asking for right now. The difference between having something fantastic, then nothing at all, and then shortly something also fantastic - he's a little disoriented for a moment or several. Not that he mightn't have said this anyway, but w/e. This is also the point of the whole thing. ] They didn't do anything wrong. Don't ask me why, I don't know.
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