Ain relaxes his jaw and almost apologetically puts his chin on Ezell's shoulder like a dog that's being scolded. If clothes weren't in the way, he'd probably be lapping at the wound, too. He doesn't care for the fact that his own shoulder hurts now... it really is weird, but he's more focused on Ezell.
There's no guilt. There's no sense of being admonished. There's a desperate, awful "want" stirring beneath the surface, though, something feral and needy. Possessive. It's a gross emotion to share with someone, surely.]
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Ain relaxes his jaw and almost apologetically puts his chin on Ezell's shoulder like a dog that's being scolded. If clothes weren't in the way, he'd probably be lapping at the wound, too. He doesn't care for the fact that his own shoulder hurts now... it really is weird, but he's more focused on Ezell.
There's no guilt. There's no sense of being admonished. There's a desperate, awful "want" stirring beneath the surface, though, something feral and needy. Possessive. It's a gross emotion to share with someone, surely.]