[Dualscar pauses for a moment, his hands still next to the Psiioniic's thighs, his breath suddenly tight in his chest. Against his back, his dorsal fin shivers with remembered pain... but then the warmth of the psionics still dancing around it relaxes it, and he looks up at the Psiioniic with wide, guileless eyes.]
All right.
[He reaches up then, just like a wiggler that wants to be picked up, and tries to pull the Psiioniic back down against his chest. His grip is a little tighter than before and his breathing a little faster, but he's not panicking. Not yet.]
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All right.
[He reaches up then, just like a wiggler that wants to be picked up, and tries to pull the Psiioniic back down against his chest. His grip is a little tighter than before and his breathing a little faster, but he's not panicking. Not yet.]