The same situation. Heine turns the words over in his mind, remembers the gaps, and—
—Professor Eichel's voice and his strong hands, which had felt so much larger on his then-smaller shoulders and wrists. You're strong, aren't you? Don't fight it. It's better when you don't have to fight it, isn't that right? It feels good. And then, more recent, more fresh: Good boy.
"That was..." His head. Shit. Heine presses his fingertips to his forehead, but he still looks at Jade. "What? That was when I was—"
He has to fight his way through the fog. It's hard and it hurts to pull away the wall that's been built up around memories years old, but it's easier to recover the ones from just the past few weeks.
"You were there." Heine seems like he wants to flinch away, to fold into himself and never look at Jade again, but he holds himself still and watchful, waiting for more.
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—Professor Eichel's voice and his strong hands, which had felt so much larger on his then-smaller shoulders and wrists. You're strong, aren't you? Don't fight it. It's better when you don't have to fight it, isn't that right? It feels good. And then, more recent, more fresh: Good boy.
"That was..." His head. Shit. Heine presses his fingertips to his forehead, but he still looks at Jade. "What? That was when I was—"
He has to fight his way through the fog. It's hard and it hurts to pull away the wall that's been built up around memories years old, but it's easier to recover the ones from just the past few weeks.
"You were there." Heine seems like he wants to flinch away, to fold into himself and never look at Jade again, but he holds himself still and watchful, waiting for more.