[ it did hurt. still hurts with the itching underneath his skin, the way his stomach is turning in on itself with anxiety. he almost flinches back as his mother reaches out, but closes his eyes and forces himself to stay still, ears laid back and trying to focus and center himself a bit.
he tries to reply but all he does is whine again and he resigns himself to his inability to speak for now. ]
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he tries to reply but all he does is whine again and he resigns himself to his inability to speak for now. ]