A brief jolt swirls up between his words: the old fear of going too far, the instinctual urge to rein himself in as tightly as possible. How the fuck is he going to manage that? One slip, one second where he forgets he's not on Earth, and he could kill someone.
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Well, shit, says Curtis's expression.
"Good point." A bit weakly.
A brief jolt swirls up between his words: the old fear of going too far, the instinctual urge to rein himself in as tightly as possible. How the fuck is he going to manage that? One slip, one second where he forgets he's not on Earth, and he could kill someone.