[just a muffled sound is all the protest he gets, and Martin is quiet and lets himself get all wrapped and pulled up like a child half his age. whatever age that is; not like he knows.
he sits, fidgets a little, but says nothing while he chews on those words.
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he sits, fidgets a little, but says nothing while he chews on those words.
looking at him, uncertain:] Do you want that?