Ragnar slumps in his chair, epitome of a miserable Viking.
"Well, that's not helpful. He is utterly downcast and doesn't seem to go back to our world at all, he's moved out of our rooms and nothing helps, not being hopeful and not telling him I love him and not giving him time and not touching him -- he doesn't want me to touch him any more, not even without any sensual intention, much less with it. He just ignores touch. He shutters his soul if I say anything wrong. It's as if his soul had turned into a field of pitfalls that trap both him and other people."
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Ragnar slumps in his chair, epitome of a miserable Viking.
"Well, that's not helpful. He is utterly downcast and doesn't seem to go back to our world at all, he's moved out of our rooms and nothing helps, not being hopeful and not telling him I love him and not giving him time and not touching him -- he doesn't want me to touch him any more, not even without any sensual intention, much less with it. He just ignores touch. He shutters his soul if I say anything wrong. It's as if his soul had turned into a field of pitfalls that trap both him and other people."