[It takes a second for Sinclair to realise his wrist is free. But as soon as he does, he's reaching up and curling his fingers at the base of Oria's neck, tugging Oria down a little firmly as he presses up. Some part of him, obscure and seemingly out of reach, begins to feel a little impatient, but the hand in his hair melts him--that's really nice too]
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