hold firm, etc.
As tagged.
He presses up against the invisible wall in a cautious rhythm, like keystrokes requesting entry because it takes hell, truly, to get Malos's boundaries down - isn't he the same?
The Aegis's breathing is heavy. His chest bobs up and down and Jin can't tear his eyes away. It could be a trick of the light, refracted reflections, but he swears the places where Blades don't have nipples are glinting purple, too.
Insert the input device carefully; it is merely peripheral to the form factor.
Or is it?
Just as Jin's about to remove his hand, terminate, Malos's eyes flash pleading.