[He grows quiet, just sitting there, watching, vigilant, and he can't control the hitching of his breath, seeing the two of them going at it like this. Oh, god, there's blood everywhere, bright mutant red and sultry indigo mingling all over the damn place. Tav doesn't say anything; he can feel himself growing hard, but his hands remain at his sides, curled in on themselves, sharp nails digging into his palms as he watches, and waits, and wonders.]
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