[Aaaand she's gone. Darin can't help but laugh a bit, even if he doesn't understand the joke. He can still remember the euphoric feeling from the hallucinogenic mucus. Everything just felt good. He felt good. But Darin also recognizes that in this state, presenting Zelda with questions wouldn't yield a lot of data.]
[Yes, he's still trying to be a good helper even if he's deluding himself into thinking he can capture an embarrassing moment to chase her off.]
[So, in lieu of asking questions, he takes a different approach.]
[He gets closer to reach behind her to the comforter of the bed and tugs it loose towards her a bit, holding the end out to her.]
Here, take this for a minute. How does it feel right now?
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[Yes, he's still trying to be a good helper even if he's deluding himself into thinking he can capture an embarrassing moment to chase her off.]
[So, in lieu of asking questions, he takes a different approach.]
[He gets closer to reach behind her to the comforter of the bed and tugs it loose towards her a bit, holding the end out to her.]
Here, take this for a minute. How does it feel right now?