[D33 nods, though his smile does fade a bit - there is always that bit of paranoia to deal with. Luckily, there's enough going on in his brain right now to keep him distracted from it - at the moment, it's the fabric of the couch beneath his fingers that he decides to focus on.
[That would probably feel really good if he just...pushed his face into it a little bit...
[Yeah, that's the stuff.]
You're doing more?
[Mickey hasn't had a hit in about ten minutes, but D33 just now noticed.]
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[That would probably feel really good if he just...pushed his face into it a little bit...
[Yeah, that's the stuff.]
You're doing more?
[Mickey hasn't had a hit in about ten minutes, but D33 just now noticed.]
Will you be okay?