stahn's instinct at the impact is to pull his hand back a bit—which may be something of a relief for leon, since it's a small reprieve in all this unplanned contact. it doesn't really stray far, resting on the bed in the small gap between his chest and leon... but it's a little more freedom than he's offered in the last few minutes.
his leg remains as it's been though, knee sandwiched between leon's thighs and socked toes pressed lightly against his shins. his head doesn't move either; he's got that peaceful, dead to the world expression on his face, jaw slack as he snores lightly. he's the picture of a clueless country bumpkin right now, truly.]
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stahn's instinct at the impact is to pull his hand back a bit—which may be something of a relief for leon, since it's a small reprieve in all this unplanned contact. it doesn't really stray far, resting on the bed in the small gap between his chest and leon... but it's a little more freedom than he's offered in the last few minutes.
his leg remains as it's been though, knee sandwiched between leon's thighs and socked toes pressed lightly against his shins. his head doesn't move either; he's got that peaceful, dead to the world expression on his face, jaw slack as he snores lightly. he's the picture of a clueless country bumpkin right now, truly.]