[Shame is something he hardly ever experiences, though he feels it right about now.
There's something overwhelmingly intimate about feeling someone's words and hearing them too, it's all too distracting...
His eyes shut tight, as if somehow closing them will make it easier to come to terms with the fact that he's melting further and further into the sheets, and that he can imagine that the loud cry that just left him came from another person's body.]
Okay.
[He should enjoy this, he is enjoying this.
But there's something else on his mind too. Guilt?
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There's something overwhelmingly intimate about feeling someone's words and hearing them too, it's all too distracting...
His eyes shut tight, as if somehow closing them will make it easier to come to terms with the fact that he's melting further and further into the sheets, and that he can imagine that the loud cry that just left him came from another person's body.]
Okay.
[He should enjoy this, he is enjoying this.
But there's something else on his mind too. Guilt?
Envy, still? He's not sure.]
I will.