I-I'm not... sure... [ He twists his hands against the ropes, but the bindings hold fast. There's too much twisted and tangled between them that even if he could get a part of him free, they would still be too tied together to get free.
The apologies have him pause a moment, and after a moment's hesitation he feels around for Tary's hand with his own, his fingers gently brushing against the other man's. ]
It's not your fault. We... We were both forced to do things.
[ It's what he has to tell himself, to make himself feel better about his own body's reactions. Because if he thinks that he might have enjoyed it... he doesn't know if he could live with himself. ]
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The apologies have him pause a moment, and after a moment's hesitation he feels around for Tary's hand with his own, his fingers gently brushing against the other man's. ]
It's not your fault. We... We were both forced to do things.
[ It's what he has to tell himself, to make himself feel better about his own body's reactions. Because if he thinks that he might have enjoyed it... he doesn't know if he could live with himself. ]