[Dirk may not be a cuddler, but Nadir sure is, even if the other person doesn't return it. But he has no clue about the other guy's thoughts on cuddling at the moment, so he just finishes rolling over after Dirk's kind gesture, face straight into his chest. Oh, right, he still has his clothes on. That's kinda hot, but sucks for a good cuddle, Nadir thinks. He rubs his face into the fabric, putting one arm around Dirk's waist. Muffled, he answers:]
Mmm'feel good. Is it gone?
[He doesn't want to move to look at the other machine, but if he had he would have seen it was, indeed, gone, leaving behind empty but still intact straps.]
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Mmm'feel good. Is it gone?
[He doesn't want to move to look at the other machine, but if he had he would have seen it was, indeed, gone, leaving behind empty but still intact straps.]