（ it doesn't take him long. he's an old hand, you see, at pulling himself together against even an unexpected shattering. his arms stay tight around the boy, gripping at the opposite elbow.
(he's not really a person most days — just a collection of horror and hurt that have been stitched together by demonstrative love. and sometimes pulling the sutures taut takes an act of will, and sometimes it's done alone, and sometimes in the circle of someone's arms. while he knows which one he prefers, he knows equally as well which one he's taught himself to accept.)
he breathes out slow, bracing, and then: ）
Trying to get a few more minutes with the nipple clamps, I see.
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(he's not really a person most days — just a collection of horror and hurt that have been stitched together by demonstrative love. and sometimes pulling the sutures taut takes an act of will, and sometimes it's done alone, and sometimes in the circle of someone's arms. while he knows which one he prefers, he knows equally as well which one he's taught himself to accept.)
he breathes out slow, bracing, and then: ）
Trying to get a few more minutes with the nipple clamps, I see.
（ for legal purposes this is a joke. ）