Alright. [Well that gave him a few hour to scratch, shower, and decompress for a while.] That's ok. I'm not hungry right now.
[He sits on the bed, using his free hand to touch the sheets gently. Pinky raised. They're softer than what he had at prison. Soft and welcoming, it puts his mind at ease knowing that this wasn't just some fanciful prison that gave him more opportunities to fuck this all up.]
Am I needed for anything today?
[Because if not, he wants to be alone for a while. The lighter scratching is really only feeding into his anxieties and making him want to scratch harder.]
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[He sits on the bed, using his free hand to touch the sheets gently. Pinky raised. They're softer than what he had at prison. Soft and welcoming, it puts his mind at ease knowing that this wasn't just some fanciful prison that gave him more opportunities to fuck this all up.]
Am I needed for anything today?
[Because if not, he wants to be alone for a while. The lighter scratching is really only feeding into his anxieties and making him want to scratch harder.]