[It's hot, frankly. H sits back after a bit, watching Phoenix struggle to catch his breath, then tightens his fingers til there's juuust enough air to stay conscious.]
Talk to me, Phoenix. Tell me how you're feeling right now. Tell me what you're thinking.
[He gasps for air when H lets him, heaving in breaths until he's being choked again. His arms move a little, attempting to reach for the hands on his throat but he can't really do it, they're too damaged, it's just instinct.]
H..!
[His voice is strained and soft. He doesn't have enough air to breathe, talking sounds impossible. He's dizzy, and the darkness of the blindfold is kind of frightening when he can't tell if his vision is working or if he's passing out. But he isn't. He can probably talk, haltingly, and if he doesn't H will do something worse.]
H-hurts. F-feels...good, too. I--want you to keep p-paying attention, just to me.
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Talk to me, Phoenix. Tell me how you're feeling right now. Tell me what you're thinking.
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H..!
[His voice is strained and soft. He doesn't have enough air to breathe, talking sounds impossible. He's dizzy, and the darkness of the blindfold is kind of frightening when he can't tell if his vision is working or if he's passing out. But he isn't. He can probably talk, haltingly, and if he doesn't H will do something worse.]
H-hurts. F-feels...good, too. I--want you to keep p-paying attention, just to me.