[ That touch is all the permission Aaron needs and his hands reach up to wrap around Adra's wrist. It's a tight grip, one where he's feeling out the power and replaying over and over in his head what it would be like to just tug, let it drain right out into his hands. But he promised, and he doesn't really want to kill someone who is actually helping him. It's a physical ache as much as a mental one and his face is screwed up at the fight going on inside. ]
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Going on?