[ jayce huffs so sharply that a ribbon of saliva spews from his lips, but— nodding quickly, it's all he could do, hovering his hands around the grimy, pooling heat to keep the entrails from sliding too far away from entry and looking anywhere but down. up. look up. at the cieling, chasing stars that aren't there. ]
no subject
If you need my hands, just— use them.
[ he'll follow along. ]