[...he's quite certain part of that conversation is something he'd rather not be listening in on.
So, until his name is mentioned, he focuses on flexing his hands one at a time, trying to work feeling back into his extremities slowly and, hopefully, without being noticed. And it works at first. Feeling begins to return, though he almost wishes it wouldn't. Everything still hurts, and the more awake he finds himself, the more alert, the more aware he is of that pain—pulsing like a fire beneath his skin, churning in his stomach, throbbing in his jaw. He tongues a molar in the back of his mouth. Is it...loose?
It's almost welcome when the dark-haired man turns to him finally. Welcome enough that he...responds.]
Your pet didn't tell you?
[Bitter, bitter.
And he wonders. Is this stranger fireproof too? ...could be worthwhile finding out.]
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So, until his name is mentioned, he focuses on flexing his hands one at a time, trying to work feeling back into his extremities slowly and, hopefully, without being noticed. And it works at first. Feeling begins to return, though he almost wishes it wouldn't. Everything still hurts, and the more awake he finds himself, the more alert, the more aware he is of that pain—pulsing like a fire beneath his skin, churning in his stomach, throbbing in his jaw. He tongues a molar in the back of his mouth. Is it...loose?
It's almost welcome when the dark-haired man turns to him finally. Welcome enough that he...responds.]
Your pet didn't tell you?
[Bitter, bitter.
And he wonders. Is this stranger fireproof too? ...could be worthwhile finding out.]