[That garners a faint little sound, short and a bit squashed, like his brain only thought about actually using his vocal chords as he ran out of air to put behind sound. He swats around blindly for a moment, finding her shoulder and walking his hand up to her hair, which he pets in a sort of uncoordinated motion.]
[His mouth feels impossibly dry, but he looks down at her despite her eyes being closed and croaks softly;] 's good,
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[His mouth feels impossibly dry, but he looks down at her despite her eyes being closed and croaks softly;] 's good,