[ Contradictingly, hearing he wasn't alright was some strange comfort, a real answer breaking through the utter surreality of the situation even as his cock throbs and he fights off a post-coital haze. Still, Bricks finds himself reflexively kneading his fingers through the other blonde's hair, nervous petting that was as much to reassure Aether as it was to reassure himself. ]
Ah... [ Not alright. Will be alright. Okay. Okay. That's... alright enough. ] I think.
[ He struggles with his own optimism for a moment and falls back on a more scientific assessment for further assurance, carefully sliding his arm out from under Aether and rolling on his back to sit up. He whimpers, his body sticky and sore from the waist down. He frowns at the tattered state of his pants, but otherwise... ]
Yeah still... still all put together. Thanks to you.
[ The same could not be said for the plants however as he finds a crispy vine and picks it up, limp and dead. He tosses it aside after a moment's consideration and turns to face Aether. The question is on his face but he doesn't outright ask. Instead he holds his hand out, willing and able to pull him in at least a seated position. ]
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[ Contradictingly, hearing he wasn't alright was some strange comfort, a real answer breaking through the utter surreality of the situation even as his cock throbs and he fights off a post-coital haze. Still, Bricks finds himself reflexively kneading his fingers through the other blonde's hair, nervous petting that was as much to reassure Aether as it was to reassure himself. ]
Ah... [ Not alright. Will be alright. Okay. Okay. That's... alright enough. ] I think.
[ He struggles with his own optimism for a moment and falls back on a more scientific assessment for further assurance, carefully sliding his arm out from under Aether and rolling on his back to sit up. He whimpers, his body sticky and sore from the waist down. He frowns at the tattered state of his pants, but otherwise... ]
Yeah still... still all put together. Thanks to you.
[ The same could not be said for the plants however as he finds a crispy vine and picks it up, limp and dead. He tosses it aside after a moment's consideration and turns to face Aether. The question is on his face but he doesn't outright ask. Instead he holds his hand out, willing and able to pull him in at least a seated position. ]