[Ben is surprised by the praise, and pleased; both show, which is a minor miracle all its own though she has no way of really knowing that. He is precise and he attempts to be accurate, but rarely is he capable of explaining anything better than anyone else.
But there's something else showing too and he hesitates when she does, the pleasure fading with the consideration of what, exactly, she's asking him.
He doesn't want to stop, but he thinks maybe he has to. Ben nods, his fingers twitching in hers.]
I think I should. I... thank you. For this. But I think I should stop.
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But there's something else showing too and he hesitates when she does, the pleasure fading with the consideration of what, exactly, she's asking him.
He doesn't want to stop, but he thinks maybe he has to. Ben nods, his fingers twitching in hers.]
I think I should. I... thank you. For this. But I think I should stop.