[After four solid hours of wondering why, Jasper finds himself faced with that question. He is forced to stop in the middle of his stride and finds he cannot escape answering after all. His chest rises enough that he might well be losing his temper - but nothing comes of it. He reaches for those fingers gripping him firm and makes a poor attempt to pry them free.]
Hendrik, I am exhausted and hardly in the mood.
[Granted, he fails because of the strength of the taller man. He deflates with a tired exhale and stands limp. He is not firing back a remark or demand.]
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Hendrik, I am exhausted and hardly in the mood.
[Granted, he fails because of the strength of the taller man. He deflates with a tired exhale and stands limp. He is not firing back a remark or demand.]
Let me go.