THE MAN CANNOT HELP HIMSELF
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“Go ahead and shift,” Joel says when he returns, and when she doesn’t move, unsure what the fuck he’s talking about, he makes in impatient noise, gesturing to the river. “Don’t know when we’ll be able to stop again. It ain’t as good as salt water, but it’ll do.”
This is very obviously meant to mean something to her, but she has less than no idea what.
Joel sighs and rolls his eyes, marching over and unzipping her backpack. She tries to stop him with a, “Hey! What the fuck, man?”, but he keeps going until he finds the pelt-her pelt, she reminds herself, still disbelieving. She feels a ripple through her, like a piece of thread behind her belly button pulling taut, and she feels an urge to snatch it away from him, but all he does is hold it out.
“It’s fine,” he says. “I know you need to shift. Go ahead and do it.”
“What,” she asks, bundling her pelt up in her arms and feeling the unnerving sensation in her stomach only get stronger, “the fuck are you talking about?”
Joel narrows his eyes.
(tlou but with SELKIES :D)