[ Ah- the contact's soft, comforting in it's own way that he didn't quite realize he needed as well. There's a faint squeeze, stronger arms drawing them both together.
His breathing slows, warm air falling over her shoulder and neck, and that soft greyish hair makes for a delightfully warm cover, as well as fluff to hide her face in. Razor takes a soft breath, sighs, and then finally speaks again as one hand brushes across her back gently. ]
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His breathing slows, warm air falling over her shoulder and neck, and that soft greyish hair makes for a delightfully warm cover, as well as fluff to hide her face in. Razor takes a soft breath, sighs, and then finally speaks again as one hand brushes across her back gently. ]
Mmmh- I will be... okay. You will too, Rin.