[ Would he? It's a consideration that chills at his arms, and there's a few many reasons that his mind can make him believe he has against the plan, but he doesn't let them stay the only voice. It's an awkward pause, his breathing still deep through it. ]
I...don't how to... [ It sounds stupid, and there's a squeeze of frustration on his features at he tries to figure out how to explain it. But how would the 'I've never done it before...I've never talked to a doctor about this kind of thing' in his head be any better or useful, or less humiliating to admit?
It's a worry that stays short-lived however, when Red realises that his thoughts might not be so private as he would like, and he feels that heat of embarrassment on his skin that he'd been trying to avoid, his mind finally attempting to shut away that connection, just in case it still existed. ]
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I...don't how to... [ It sounds stupid, and there's a squeeze of frustration on his features at he tries to figure out how to explain it. But how would the 'I've never done it before...I've never talked to a doctor about this kind of thing' in his head be any better or useful, or less humiliating to admit?
It's a worry that stays short-lived however, when Red realises that his thoughts might not be so private as he would like, and he feels that heat of embarrassment on his skin that he'd been trying to avoid, his mind finally attempting to shut away that connection, just in case it still existed. ]