[The crane of his neck, once again, feels wrong. It shows in the knit of his brow, but he's done fighting it. It's all part of the dance at this point, Jeremiah's less and less concerned the longer he's here, pressed close and wanting. He'll suspend those seemingly-despicable traits, his modesty and his composure, more than capable but not always as willing.
McGillis turned cold on him before, but Jeremiah had closed up first, pushed him away. This time can be different, even if he might still get bit.]
Understood.
[He's remained calm, though it's softer. It's still not an apology, but more than a simple heeding.]
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McGillis turned cold on him before, but Jeremiah had closed up first, pushed him away. This time can be different, even if he might still get bit.]
Understood.
[He's remained calm, though it's softer. It's still not an apology, but more than a simple heeding.]