[They'd both been having a good time, which had been pretty clear as it'd been happening, but there's something about hearing Vincent say it that makes Irahl feel like something is twisting around in his chest. Hungover nausea plus nerves, he's sure. Still, he glances sidelong at Vincent, knowing that he can't catch the look.]
I don't normally--
[But, he balks at trying to put words to any part of it, bails on the explanation, and circles back to his original point.]
If I'd been thinking, wouldn't have started in the first place. So... you're good.
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I don't normally--
[But, he balks at trying to put words to any part of it, bails on the explanation, and circles back to his original point.]
If I'd been thinking, wouldn't have started in the first place. So... you're good.