[ His back arches as he starts to approach, in his head, that count of fifteen. It's not fighting against Wash's grip - it's fighting not to fight. That arch of his back is part of the struggle to not claw or shove. It's his attempt to control himself. When the pressure comes off his throat, he shudders bodily, and gasps, like a swimmer coming up from the water. There are tears pooling in his eyes, very slightly, but those eyes shine like the eyes of someone in love. ]
Mm.
[ His throat bobs, Adam's apple brushing against Wash's forearm, as he struggles to swallow. He licks his lips and thinks back, trying to recall what the question had been. He pulls it out after only a moment's delay. ]
What did you tell her? I suppose that she was...justified. No?
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Mm.
[ His throat bobs, Adam's apple brushing against Wash's forearm, as he struggles to swallow. He licks his lips and thinks back, trying to recall what the question had been. He pulls it out after only a moment's delay. ]
What did you tell her? I suppose that she was...justified. No?