[Silco pushes - he should push back. And yet, he's almost half-surprised as his back meets the wall. How laughable. As if Silco could really corner him. Control him. Ridiculous. Nonsense.]
[But they have to understand each other. He promised Silco that, in his own way, time and time again. Silco, too, wants to understand him. Can he? Would he? Or would he just scrabble up what he chooses to?]
[One of his hands moves up, up, as if to again grasp at that slender neck - but stops short at his collar. He grasps it, hard, the veins bulging perceptibly around his knuckles.]
I want... [He's distracted by how close Silco is - its like a sting of a reminder of what he's been missing since their last tryst. He's hungry again, his throat bobbing with a swallow - that night in the van had been a restless one, unable to claim what he wanted. He tries to find words, again.] I want you to...stop doing things to me. Stabbing me. Doing your damn experiments. Whatever. What you see is what you get.
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[But they have to understand each other. He promised Silco that, in his own way, time and time again. Silco, too, wants to understand him. Can he? Would he? Or would he just scrabble up what he chooses to?]
[One of his hands moves up, up, as if to again grasp at that slender neck - but stops short at his collar. He grasps it, hard, the veins bulging perceptibly around his knuckles.]
I want... [He's distracted by how close Silco is - its like a sting of a reminder of what he's been missing since their last tryst. He's hungry again, his throat bobbing with a swallow - that night in the van had been a restless one, unable to claim what he wanted. He tries to find words, again.] I want you to...stop doing things to me. Stabbing me. Doing your damn experiments. Whatever. What you see is what you get.