[He really can't. He can help pointing it out, but that's a different thing entirely. Pulling at the edges of the bandages, he sits back just slightly-- he's done, clearly, and yet he doesn't climb out of his lap.
He actually settles into it a bit more, resting lightly against Trevor's thigh.]
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[He really can't. He can help pointing it out, but that's a different thing entirely. Pulling at the edges of the bandages, he sits back just slightly-- he's done, clearly, and yet he doesn't climb out of his lap.
He actually settles into it a bit more, resting lightly against Trevor's thigh.]
Why is your pulse raised, Trevor?