[ This fact has not gone unnoticed. Nor has it that they are now in a very small room, which is not unlike a small cave, or an empty hut. Heat that had flared from the time of the whaler's hut licks at his insides, but her wicked invitation is simply returned with a stony mask. There's no joy in that play for him now, not when he is this close to feeling suffocated. This is not — ]
[ This is not how any of it should go, and whatever reason she may have for it can't stir him elsewhere. ]
Just stay there.
[ Maybe she should look, and have to feel as off-balance as he does. Those damned buttons. Matthias strips off his outer coat, knowing that he can't just pull his collar down, he will have to remove the shirt. ]
[ Which he does, without a word, and starts turning it inside out that he can put it back on quickly. ]
Here it is.
[ In the centre of his chest, just over his heart. ]
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[ This is not how any of it should go, and whatever reason she may have for it can't stir him elsewhere. ]
Just stay there.
[ Maybe she should look, and have to feel as off-balance as he does. Those damned buttons. Matthias strips off his outer coat, knowing that he can't just pull his collar down, he will have to remove the shirt. ]
[ Which he does, without a word, and starts turning it inside out that he can put it back on quickly. ]
Here it is.
[ In the centre of his chest, just over his heart. ]