Too tired for more writing… back to Video Game.

Ok but I Would like some internet validation tho. Enjoy the second paragraph of the ficlet <3

Elias smiled down at them so kindly that they ached. “Shhhh, none of that now. I’ll make it good for you, I promise.” He retreated, then. Slipped from Jon’s view and left them alone and exposed on the soft, padded bench. They could look for him, wanted to. But that meant turning their head and seeing the sea of faces. All those awful watching eyes, contemptuous or pitying or cruel or lustful. Staring silently at their supine body, stripped of their shirt, their binder. If they had to see their assistants in the crowd too… they weren’t sure they could bear it.