[Tek is glowing with pride, triumphing more over every other person who hasn't been given this confession than over Tonic himself. At least he's adoring and reassuring about it, staying close instead of leaning back and pinning Tonic with a gaze that would make him squirm more than he already is.
At some point, a hand slips from Tonic's lower back to his remaining leg, settling on his upper thigh.]
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At some point, a hand slips from Tonic's lower back to his remaining leg, settling on his upper thigh.]
What did you ask this time?