[If he were talking to almost anyone else, the question wouldn't have been vague. Unfortunately, his roommate is a dumbass, and doesn't even look up until he's obviously prompting her to. Then she's staring again. Her brain is mostly stuttered on god that looks painful. Until a little voice in her head chimes that she really wants to poke his teeth through his cheek hole. No way he was going to let her do that, when he wouldn't even let her touch blood splattered on him. As she mentally swats that impulse away, Ryder's eyes trail to the side, but then she blinks and she's back on him.]
No, um. I want -- you to be comfortable. At least with me. [Okay, brain to mouth connection, you get ONE.] Does it -- hurt?
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No, um. I want -- you to be comfortable. At least with me. [Okay, brain to mouth connection, you get ONE.] Does it -- hurt?