[ Comforting on some level. On another there's a sense of danger that's hard to dismiss, but for some people that sense in itself is helpful. You wouldn't really think that someone who appears at face value to put so little thought into their personal well-being would really consider something so moderately mundane as this to be dangerous, but the act in itself is a level of opening up that he does feel out of his comfort zone with. Their conversation and his own subsequent display of motives being a fairly good indication of that. It's not as though he actually thought she would do anything, but the sheer fact that he put himself in the sort of situation where she might be able to stand above him and demand some sort of apology or rebuttal to his own actions is worrisome enough to elevate the situation to something a little bit beyond kinky. It's not the physical he's worried about - he's already done that, and while it would still suck, there's other things that beleaguer his mind first.
But for the moment, hey, she should totally be happy about it. He's fairly pleased with things right now too, so there's that, at least. The memories aren't particularly assuaged, nor have they faded, but there's a level and manner of intensity faded to speak to the sheer weight resolved in showing someone else something that's bothering you, or allowing them to have all the pieces involved in understanding your motivations. Even criminals have that, to the point where it's a trope. Granted, a lot of the time they need people to see how clever they are, but he's got an outlet for that. In this case, it's more a matter of needing people to see how screwed up they are, why they act the way that they do, and not just their intellectual reasoning for doing so.
The shift in angle is a beautiful thing, and he makes another sound in appreciation - most change is a good thing at this point. Not that anything needs changing, just that the difference in stimulus, the inability to get used to any part of it, that's never going to be something he complains about. His breathing is a fair bit faster now, deeper, chest and torso now involved in the push and pull of air in and out, and he's intermittently pulling against the handcuffs so hard that the bed has made its own sounds of protest once or twice. ]
what honor
But for the moment, hey, she should totally be happy about it. He's fairly pleased with things right now too, so there's that, at least. The memories aren't particularly assuaged, nor have they faded, but there's a level and manner of intensity faded to speak to the sheer weight resolved in showing someone else something that's bothering you, or allowing them to have all the pieces involved in understanding your motivations. Even criminals have that, to the point where it's a trope. Granted, a lot of the time they need people to see how clever they are, but he's got an outlet for that. In this case, it's more a matter of needing people to see how screwed up they are, why they act the way that they do, and not just their intellectual reasoning for doing so.
The shift in angle is a beautiful thing, and he makes another sound in appreciation - most change is a good thing at this point. Not that anything needs changing, just that the difference in stimulus, the inability to get used to any part of it, that's never going to be something he complains about. His breathing is a fair bit faster now, deeper, chest and torso now involved in the push and pull of air in and out, and he's intermittently pulling against the handcuffs so hard that the bed has made its own sounds of protest once or twice. ]