[Apparently, Oliver's managed to drive the incessant babbling out of him, for the time being, at least. He's entirely too concentrated on both how good and how strange that feels, and quiet whimpers accompany Oliver's movements, which he's grateful are so slow -- for now. He realizes, of course, that he seems to have a death grip on the sheets, but what else is he supposed to hang onto?]
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[Apparently, Oliver's managed to drive the incessant babbling out of him, for the time being, at least. He's entirely too concentrated on both how good and how strange that feels, and quiet whimpers accompany Oliver's movements, which he's grateful are so slow -- for now. He realizes, of course, that he seems to have a death grip on the sheets, but what else is he supposed to hang onto?]