[ Strange how having one's feet tended to can seem so tenderly intimate. Just like kissing Miles' wrists. There's no particular spark at the act - Miles scratches that off on some mental checklist in the back of his head - until Gregor gets to the leg braces. That sets off something of a rather different caliber. Not sexual, but intimate. The braces seem to nearly burn him as Gregor slides them off and sets them aside. And then Gregor's hands linger there for a moment, and it's nearly too much. The appreciation without being reduced to an object, or having his personhood denied ... it's such a small gesture, but it leaves him shaking for a moment.
He's still trembling slightly when Gregor rests his hands on Miles' knees. That enthusiasm doesn't flag - the thrum of keep going doesn't diminish - but there's a second level of effect going on. One of his ghost perching close, to see if this becomes an unpleasant memory turned to a happy one. Just like Gregor, in that respect.
In that context, Gregor mentioning the dream is exactly right. It discharges some of that electric nervousness, giving Miles a chance to ground himself. ]
We can fix that. [ He murmurs the words. ] If you would only help me with my pants ...
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He's still trembling slightly when Gregor rests his hands on Miles' knees. That enthusiasm doesn't flag - the thrum of keep going doesn't diminish - but there's a second level of effect going on. One of his ghost perching close, to see if this becomes an unpleasant memory turned to a happy one. Just like Gregor, in that respect.
In that context, Gregor mentioning the dream is exactly right. It discharges some of that electric nervousness, giving Miles a chance to ground himself. ]
We can fix that. [ He murmurs the words. ] If you would only help me with my pants ...