[he might have been there for a while, but Tonic's laugh jostles him out of it, and he sits back. the thoughts that had almost immediately begun to drift--marveling over how magnetizing his friend is, so entertained and a little jealous over how much he seems to be enjoying the touch--suddenly center and focus.
back in his own space again, he's abruptly aware of the various ways in which he does not feel how Tonic looks. his own shirt is the first thing that is beginning to bother him, so he's starting with the sleeves, frowning at them and unfastening the buttons on the cuff with buzzing fingers.]
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back in his own space again, he's abruptly aware of the various ways in which he does not feel how Tonic looks. his own shirt is the first thing that is beginning to bother him, so he's starting with the sleeves, frowning at them and unfastening the buttons on the cuff with buzzing fingers.]