Ehmoi went so rigid he might have been wood. Then the rocking was starting again. And he tucked his head down, turned it enough his horn was against Trowa's shoulder. "M'sorry."
His horn still ached. He didn't know why. Kinda a buzz now. It was different. He didn't know it. It still hurt.
"Hurts," he managed, chewing his lower lip now, hand curling up to include fingernails. "M'sorry."
He still didn't know the buzz. Was almost a demon bite buzz. But hurt. And it wasn't flowing into him. Just hurting.