[ Honestly it's really just the little things in life, like reducing the language capacity of verbose geniuses down to nil because of your prowess, that you have to sit back and take the time to appreciate. He certainly appreciates it, and enjoys that she seems to as well, even though the latter is really more selfishly motivated than anything else. How could it not be? Similar in vein, how could he not continue to at least try and talk - it's a method of sorting things together and apart, cataloging and processing, and okay, sometimes there's so much processing actually happening that the method by which such processing occurs takes a bit of a hit in specificity, but either way. It's there and it's happening, sort of, and it's still good. He lets her pull him closer, more or less keep him that way as he haltingly attempts to move with her still, body responding both out of instinct and the need to if not reduce the amount of sudden sensation than at least to go along with it in some sort of mental trickery. There's some tremble, both borne of effort and in the overwhelming, but gradually he calms again, stays close even as he shifts his weight a little and comes back to himself. ]
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