[Let it be as it is. Let him treat him delicately, like something about to snarl and snap at a hand, like a wounded beast. That's what he is, isn't he? He's a tool in someone's investigation. He's an object, an obstacle to be surmounted.]
[It's a feather-light touch along the branch-like protrusions tearing out from the fabric of his shirt and the bristles of his fur, and he tenses. It's like...he's never had whiskers, but he'd imagine that this is what cats must feel like, when someone brushes up against them unexpectedly.]
Yeah.
[The word is taut, and he doesn't bother trying to smooth it into something it's not.]
no subject
[It's a feather-light touch along the branch-like protrusions tearing out from the fabric of his shirt and the bristles of his fur, and he tenses. It's like...he's never had whiskers, but he'd imagine that this is what cats must feel like, when someone brushes up against them unexpectedly.]
Yeah.
[The word is taut, and he doesn't bother trying to smooth it into something it's not.]