( As he pulls out what he thinks may be the last splinter for this wing, he lays one hand at the skin at the base and wraps it gently around the costa, and props it up at a slight angle with his thumb. He runs a his other palm down along it, the thumb run along one side, and index smooth along the other, tracing as close to the tip as he can reach.
He seems satisfied that he's gotten everything, but the way his hands are now does mean he's that much more privy to Barrett's reactions, and he pauses, hands still where they are, his nails brushing so slightly against the wings without him realizing. )
... Is this starting to bother you?
( That would be unfortunate, since they've got another wing to go. )
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( As he pulls out what he thinks may be the last splinter for this wing, he lays one hand at the skin at the base and wraps it gently around the costa, and props it up at a slight angle with his thumb. He runs a his other palm down along it, the thumb run along one side, and index smooth along the other, tracing as close to the tip as he can reach.
He seems satisfied that he's gotten everything, but the way his hands are now does mean he's that much more privy to Barrett's reactions, and he pauses, hands still where they are, his nails brushing so slightly against the wings without him realizing. )
... Is this starting to bother you?
( That would be unfortunate, since they've got another wing to go. )