Eliot didn’t quite melt into the scalp massage the way he usually would, but his shoulders started to unlock, and he leaned a little harder into Hardison, a low hum in the back of his throat.
That was a little too close to a groan, though, so after a moment he opened his mouth (god it was nice to have a mouth again).
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Date: 2019-06-18 05:00 am (UTC)That was a little too close to a groan, though, so after a moment he opened his mouth (god it was nice to have a mouth again).
“Sorry.”