He really can't squirm out of her grasp--he's too dry and she's too strong, so he stops trying before instinct kicks in. His forearms rest on the floor, and he hides his face between them and his hands. To her question, he shakes his head 'no', unable to vocalize it because he's currently preoccupied by chanting DON'T INK DON'T INK DON'T INK in his head.]
Re: It truly is
He really can't squirm out of her grasp--he's too dry and she's too strong, so he stops trying before instinct kicks in. His forearms rest on the floor, and he hides his face between them and his hands. To her question, he shakes his head 'no', unable to vocalize it because he's currently preoccupied by chanting DON'T INK DON'T INK DON'T INK in his head.]