[Riley can't just sit there. He wants -- He has to do something.
He lifts his hands, one smoothing down Ferran's arm, another brushing through his hair. God, he hopes they don't tell him to stop. He really doesn't want them to tell him to just sit there and not even be able to touch him, he just -- he...]
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He lifts his hands, one smoothing down Ferran's arm, another brushing through his hair. God, he hopes they don't tell him to stop. He really doesn't want them to tell him to just sit there and not even be able to touch him, he just -- he...]