[He could do it himself, if he just knew how far was far enough, but there's some strange comfort in letting Dualscar do it- in knowing he will do it and having that knowledge, that trust, confirmed.]
[When the feeling of that forced restraint finally leaves him for good, he hisses out a breath. Hands that are trying so hard not to tremble latch onto Dualscar's arms as psi crackles along them. He wants to release it all in one go, take comfort in the only kind of power he can get on this stupid fucked up planet, but that would defeat the purpose of them getting out of sight from that estate. A show of psionics would get anyone's attention.]
[So he takes what little comfort he can, just letting it out in little shows that rattle against his fingertips and along Dualscar's body. With a shaking breath, he rests his forehead against his chest and tries to think of the sign pinned to the other's shirt hidden beneath armor.]
no subject
[When the feeling of that forced restraint finally leaves him for good, he hisses out a breath. Hands that are trying so hard not to tremble latch onto Dualscar's arms as psi crackles along them. He wants to release it all in one go, take comfort in the only kind of power he can get on this stupid fucked up planet, but that would defeat the purpose of them getting out of sight from that estate. A show of psionics would get anyone's attention.]
[So he takes what little comfort he can, just letting it out in little shows that rattle against his fingertips and along Dualscar's body. With a shaking breath, he rests his forehead against his chest and tries to think of the sign pinned to the other's shirt hidden beneath armor.]
Fuck doing that ever again.