[That's exactly what he wanted, damnit. This is... the physical discomfort isn't the real problem. It's the sheer impossibility of it that he struggles with, and he has absolutely no interest in sharing that with anyone. His first instinct is to pull further into the blanket and hope that Clayton goes away.
He doesn't, of course. He's still rational. Losing that would be about the only worse thing. Instead he shakes his head without raising it.]
Leave it. I don't want help. [There, he's said it clearly. Maybe that would be enough?]
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He doesn't, of course. He's still rational. Losing that would be about the only worse thing. Instead he shakes his head without raising it.]
Leave it. I don't want help. [There, he's said it clearly. Maybe that would be enough?]