[Just as quickly as it all began, it stops. Jon blinks slowly and it takes him a moment to catch on. He clears his head as he looks at his card: indeed, two spots have cleared. He swallows thickly and wills his body to quiet itself again. Maybe he'll find somewhere private to take care of himself, though he doubts it will take his arousal long to die when he remembers the post-apocalyptic landscape.
Or he'll just let himself realize that all of this happened in public and let the rush of humiliation take care of it.
Jon gets up and dusts off his clothes. He clears his throat.]
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Or he'll just let himself realize that all of this happened in public and let the rush of humiliation take care of it.
Jon gets up and dusts off his clothes. He clears his throat.]
Right, uhm. Thank you.