[ It's a little disconcerting to think that someone knows him from another place, but Maine's hardly in a position to complain. Still, he wonders what version of himself this Drake guy knew. Wonders if it was Carolina's teammate or the future-Maine that almost killed her.
He cuts those thoughts short. Refuses to dwell. Carolina's standing close to him, not flinching away. It's fine. They're fine.
As soon as Carolina asks about the touch empathy, Maine makes a face. Is that what that shit's called? He nods, adding, ]
Sucks.
[ His one-word assessment of what is, to him, a disgusting invasion of privacy. ]
no subject
He cuts those thoughts short. Refuses to dwell. Carolina's standing close to him, not flinching away. It's fine. They're fine.
As soon as Carolina asks about the touch empathy, Maine makes a face. Is that what that shit's called? He nods, adding, ]
Sucks.
[ His one-word assessment of what is, to him, a disgusting invasion of privacy. ]
Way to prevent it?