Oh, I don't thi-ink [Oh holy shit. He's still sensitive from the knotting before, and Peter sliding over him like that with the unsticking from his plastron is doing horrible, beautiful things to his nerves.
Leo takes a second to get his breath, even if his words are still breathless.]
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Leo takes a second to get his breath, even if his words are still breathless.]
I think we haven't gotten that informal yet.