#rxstraint

If one looked deep enough, sparks of lust could be seen glazed over bright ambers. It was only to be expected, considering he was living with the growing libdo he could hardly work off. "Ah..." he breathes out slowly. "I apologize."

Surveying the expression of the other, his own cheeks dusted lightly with a shade of rose, lips part to pose an inquiry of the sorts. Yet that look in the other man’s orbs of aureate, he recognizes it. He himself has gone through the phase once or twice. 

It had been a while since he’d been in the forefront of their mind. He knew some of what had transpired during their time in captivity, but due to their failure with Scrap he’d been unable to do anything, to help, and eventually he’d sunk so deep into their consciousness it had been like falling asleep for a very long time. 

But he was awake now. Awake and in charge, it would seem. He could sense Reason, could sense that he was weak and fragile--and Desire would take that as a sign that he could take the wheel for a while, to give his other a break. He may have felt a lot of bitterness towards Reason, but in the end he’d been created to protect him, and that was his intention. 

He glanced around the room. Huh. So we got out then... Well, that was a relief at least. He sat up in the bed, wincing at how sore and weak his body felt. Glancing down on himself he made a face when he saw how terribly skinny he was. Man, I look like shit. 

“He’s clearly uncomfortable speaking of what happened to you. And I doubt he would approve of he telling you.”

SCREAMS yes pls