[ Adra folds his hands in his lap, his eyebrows furrowing. Undesired. No, that's not quite the problem. He still feels a frisson of fear whenever someone touches him; he's instinctively never sure when kindness will turn to violence. But that primal, animal reaction is mostly quelled when it comes to Gilgamesh, something Adra's recently recognized. Something he considers possibly dangerous, although not for reasons pertaining to Gil himself. ]
--it's not appropriate.
[ It seems like a half-thought, because it is. He rubs his temples with one hand, flush with warmth from the wine, his throat dry. He goes on, haltingly. ]
I need to--show more restraint. I can't let myself lose sight of ...
no subject
--it's not appropriate.
[ It seems like a half-thought, because it is. He rubs his temples with one hand, flush with warmth from the wine, his throat dry. He goes on, haltingly. ]
I need to--show more restraint. I can't let myself lose sight of ...
[ He sighs. ]
Of what's important.