I-I'm okay! [he tries to reassure her, but this short of breath it comes out more like a squeak. Curses.]
Sorry. [Leonard removes one large hand from Lyric's waist to delicately clear his throat. The tip of his tail thumps fretfully on the chair leg.] I meant, yes. It doesn't hurt. [the reaction was not one of Hashtag Old Man Back Problems.]
Um. It felt nice... Maybe too nice. [WHO SAID THAT]
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Sorry. [Leonard removes one large hand from Lyric's waist to delicately clear his throat. The tip of his tail thumps fretfully on the chair leg.] I meant, yes. It doesn't hurt. [the reaction was not one of Hashtag Old Man Back Problems.]
Um. It felt nice... Maybe too nice. [WHO SAID THAT]