[Pietro glares briefly, a quick narrowing of his eyes as Wash covers his hand before taking his wrist instead. It's a gesture Pietro uses himself frequently, and he associates it with comforting, something he hates to think that he ever needs. He clutches hard at the rope for a moment, until his finger is in Wash's mouth, and whines quietly as that tongue curls and the reverberations of Wash's rumbling travel down his finger.]
It is working, yes?
[The messiness. Pietro thinks it is, and he's learned a lot about himself tonight, and at Jolene's that first time, though he will never acknowledge it or say so, not to Wash. One thing Pietro knows now is that he can't completely rush into things here, not if he doesn't want another vulnerable moment like the knife pushing in too deep. He thought he was ready to break, but he's not. Close, on the edge of it, wanting it, but unwilling to push just that much further to get there.]
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It is working, yes?
[The messiness. Pietro thinks it is, and he's learned a lot about himself tonight, and at Jolene's that first time, though he will never acknowledge it or say so, not to Wash. One thing Pietro knows now is that he can't completely rush into things here, not if he doesn't want another vulnerable moment like the knife pushing in too deep. He thought he was ready to break, but he's not. Close, on the edge of it, wanting it, but unwilling to push just that much further to get there.]