[ Don't cringe don't cringe don't cringe. He holds himself very very still when the larger mech's finger touches his hair. Oh, he hates it. He hates it so much actually. He feels, abruptly, like prey trapped under the stare of a predator. A deer caught in the headlights of a car. Or perhaps closer to a dog snatched by an eagle. Not defenseless but completely out of his league all the same.
He needs to leave. But he needs to leave in a way that doesn't draw too much attention. ]
I like to think I was the lucky one.
[ But if he leaves he won't get answers either... ]
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[ Don't cringe don't cringe don't cringe. He holds himself very very still when the larger mech's finger touches his hair. Oh, he hates it. He hates it so much actually. He feels, abruptly, like prey trapped under the stare of a predator. A deer caught in the headlights of a car. Or perhaps closer to a dog snatched by an eagle. Not defenseless but completely out of his league all the same.
He needs to leave. But he needs to leave in a way that doesn't draw too much attention. ]
I like to think I was the lucky one.
[ But if he leaves he won't get answers either... ]
How did you know Quick again?