[The smell of the latex and the distinctive feel of a glove covered hand is almost too much to handle. He hasn't been touched by anyone for this sort of treatment since the Soldier, even his splint was done far less professionally than this, and it sends him back to undergoing 'maintenance'.
He's incredibly still underneath her hands, like a statue barely breathing, though what little of his chest is moving is doing so in tiny rapid pants. He doesn't answer her, he barely hears.
It'll be a wonder if he doesn't lash out at her if this goes on much longer.]
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He's incredibly still underneath her hands, like a statue barely breathing, though what little of his chest is moving is doing so in tiny rapid pants. He doesn't answer her, he barely hears.
It'll be a wonder if he doesn't lash out at her if this goes on much longer.]