[ So the thing about sharing all of your thoughts and feelings via an intimate mental link with dozens of people is that it's really hard to act tough. They aren't broodmates, but their proximity reveals enough--the tendrils of nausea, the sickly heat. ]
(Perhaps. I'm not really paying attention.)
[ He covers Bellamy's hand with his own, frowning. ]
no subject
( Perhaps. I'm not really paying attention. )
[ He covers Bellamy's hand with his own, frowning. ]
( Will you let me help you? )