No - I ... [Robert trails off, looking for all the world like a little helpless child being forced to give a presentation or something against his will.
Squeezing his eyes shut so that he doesn't actually have to watch his hand connect with his lover's smooth plastron, he makes some really pathetic, clearly-half-hearted attempt at a jab that is more like a glancing tap with his knuckles than anything, probably barely enough for Don to feel.
Then he kind of backs away and stares at the back of his hand with a look of poignant, almost-teary-eyed shame.]
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Squeezing his eyes shut so that he doesn't actually have to watch his hand connect with his lover's smooth plastron, he makes some really pathetic, clearly-half-hearted attempt at a jab that is more like a glancing tap with his knuckles than anything, probably barely enough for Don to feel.
Then he kind of backs away and stares at the back of his hand with a look of poignant, almost-teary-eyed shame.]