*closes his eyes and inhales deeply as you berate him, only picking up on every third word or so* *drops his free hand to rest on one of Doc's wrists, as though to stop those curious fingers from creeping up under his t-shirt to graze hot skin, but that's a lost cause on both ends*
*makes every effort not to sound like a man being seduced on his feet* No—no, that's fine. Don't. *his breath hitching a little* I'm not. Not working. I promise.