[They absolutely hate this. Whether or not he's touching skin, he's touching their back- where they can't see what he's doing, where he could grasp and wrench without them being any the wiser. If the Underground had taught them anything, it was that very little water is required to drown.
But he does nothing. Calmly commends them for the attempt, lets them know he's letting go. The barest hint of a nod- they remain still, eyes closed, but losing the creases at the edges.
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But he does nothing. Calmly commends them for the attempt, lets them know he's letting go. The barest hint of a nod- they remain still, eyes closed, but losing the creases at the edges.
Not clenched quite as tightly as before.]