Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.
He stared at her hand, then her mouth, then blinked a little more to pull himself out of the hypnotic movement of one against the other. It wasn't sexual, just... hypnotic. "Help?" he repeated, twice, once to hear it, to understand it, and then again to communicate his further confusion. He looked down at his chest again, squeezed his eyes into catlike slits, then put his furred chin down on his forepaws. "You should fix yours first. They must still hurt."