[ His instinctive reaction is to pull back from that, but he doesn't really have the freedom of movement to do so without a struggle. Is it just his imagination, or have the vines become tighter? It had difficult to shift around before, but it had been easier than it feels like now.
He squirms, testing the limits, but he's only able to shift himself forwards, pressing himself up closer to Leon—not flush against him, but lightly touching, as if they were both standing on a crowded train and were no longer allowed the luxury of personal space. And now he's stuck here. ]
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[ His instinctive reaction is to pull back from that, but he doesn't really have the freedom of movement to do so without a struggle. Is it just his imagination, or have the vines become tighter? It had difficult to shift around before, but it had been easier than it feels like now.
He squirms, testing the limits, but he's only able to shift himself forwards, pressing himself up closer to Leon—not flush against him, but lightly touching, as if they were both standing on a crowded train and were no longer allowed the luxury of personal space. And now he's stuck here. ]
Ugh.
[ That sentiment is worth repeating. ]