"Yeah, it would," he answers with absolutely no opposition in his tone.
This is actual trust, he tells himself. A small drop of it, at least, to dilute the small voice in his head telling him that this is all just some sort of prank.
He slides off his fatigues and the t-shirt next, letting them fall to the floor. He bites back a self-depricating comment, scratching a nervous itch on his elbow before he lays his hands on his thighs again.
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Date: 2024-12-09 08:24 pm (UTC)This is actual trust, he tells himself. A small drop of it, at least, to dilute the small voice in his head telling him that this is all just some sort of prank.
He slides off his fatigues and the t-shirt next, letting them fall to the floor. He bites back a self-depricating comment, scratching a nervous itch on his elbow before he lays his hands on his thighs again.