[ Setsuna, by his very nature, might just be handling it better. They'd both trained, obviously, but Setsuna had been specifically trained into controlling his body, regulating temperature, muscle reflex, and also to resist any and all forms of interrogation. Sexual coercion into revealing information is a possibility already considered and accounted for by his organization. Setsuna's not going down (on)(someone) easily in that regard.
Still, she's not alone in sensing that something's off. But rather than pace or fidget nervously on his feet, he just sits, props himself up against the nearest wall, and unbuttons his shirt a little to let in some much needed air, setting his forehead against the handkerchief and shutting his eyes. Breathing deep, in, out, in, out. Better. ]
Rest awhile, then. [ Half an invitation to join him, half not. It's up to her if she takes him up on the half offer. ] It might be best to calm your nerves. You can start up again soon.
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Still, she's not alone in sensing that something's off. But rather than pace or fidget nervously on his feet, he just sits, props himself up against the nearest wall, and unbuttons his shirt a little to let in some much needed air, setting his forehead against the handkerchief and shutting his eyes. Breathing deep, in, out, in, out. Better. ]
Rest awhile, then. [ Half an invitation to join him, half not. It's up to her if she takes him up on the half offer. ] It might be best to calm your nerves. You can start up again soon.