( At first, Emil just holds him as best he can, as comfortable as possible given the person in his arm is taunt and jagged -- more so than usual; without that tension his angular frame has a distinct charm. Then slowly but surely Lalli wriggles around, changes position, claws into him, throws his leg over him. After he finally settles down, Emil is...afraid to even move. That escalated quickly, and it certainly doesn't feel as good as it might otherwise.
What the heck is he supposed to even do about this...? Eventually, Lalli seems to loosen slightly -- he can't feel sharp nails digging into his skin quite as badly -- and he tries to lose some of his own tension he'd developed from this awkward, painful position. One arm around Lalli still, one off to the side, tweaked slightly. Emil finds it in him to move it in order to stroke the back of Lalli's head softly, trying his best to communicate reassurance. )
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What the heck is he supposed to even do about this...? Eventually, Lalli seems to loosen slightly -- he can't feel sharp nails digging into his skin quite as badly -- and he tries to lose some of his own tension he'd developed from this awkward, painful position. One arm around Lalli still, one off to the side, tweaked slightly. Emil finds it in him to move it in order to stroke the back of Lalli's head softly, trying his best to communicate reassurance. )