[ There’s a nice, warm, heavy feeling in his limbs. The kind that’s probably at least partially the result of blood loss. That part, at least, he’s felt before. But it’s different like this. Less surgical. More- more intimate. He doesn’t want it to end.
(That’s another reason that it’s best that this started with Sypha giving rather than him. Oh, she’d throw everything away in a heartbeat to help. But she wouldn’t be stupid about it. She can set boundaries where Trevor can’t.) ]
You can take more, can’t you? You’ll recover sooner, if you take more.
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(That’s another reason that it’s best that this started with Sypha giving rather than him. Oh, she’d throw everything away in a heartbeat to help. But she wouldn’t be stupid about it. She can set boundaries where Trevor can’t.) ]
You can take more, can’t you? You’ll recover sooner, if you take more.
[ Please, take more. ]