[It's a thick collar. Thick enough that he almost doesn't feel that Kakyoin has even touched it at all, except that for a second there's a hitch in the sensation of fingers in his hair, and he realizes only belatedly why that might be.
It doesn't sit right with him, either — I can't, but I can try. It's not that he thinks it would be bad. It's just that probably, somehow, it wouldn't be right.]
Tell me about what you liked. The...parts. The good parts, that you liked.
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[It's a thick collar. Thick enough that he almost doesn't feel that Kakyoin has even touched it at all, except that for a second there's a hitch in the sensation of fingers in his hair, and he realizes only belatedly why that might be.
It doesn't sit right with him, either — I can't, but I can try. It's not that he thinks it would be bad. It's just that probably, somehow, it wouldn't be right.]
Tell me about what you liked. The...parts. The good parts, that you liked.