and well, I can’t explain what happened to my faith
Some part of Jonah expects that to be that. They’d had their fun, gotten off, now it was time to go. The hands on him helping him to his feet don’t necessarily dissuade the thought either. He tries to get his legs under him so he can walk without stumbling, then finds himself dragged against Sunjata again, pressed into his chest. There’s absolutely no fight in Jonah, the accepted going boneless against the Demi-god, only moving enough to wrap a lazy arm around his waist.
“Its the least I could do.” Jonah rasps back, surprisin himself with the hoarseness of his voice. It makes sense, he supposes, but he still doesn’t like it, turning his head in towards Sunjata’s chest to clear his throat. “Well… unless you’ve got anything else that needs a uh… hand, I guess I should take my leave?” Thoygh Jonah makes no effort whatsoever to start moving, except to press a warm palm to Sunjata’s chest and hold it there.
“Its the least I could do.” Jonah rasps back, surprisin himself with the hoarseness of his voice. It makes sense, he supposes, but he still doesn’t like it, turning his head in towards Sunjata’s chest to clear his throat. “Well… unless you’ve got anything else that needs a uh… hand, I guess I should take my leave?” Thoygh Jonah makes no effort whatsoever to start moving, except to press a warm palm to Sunjata’s chest and hold it there.
JONAH
