Wayne managed to get a hold of his own sobs by the time he heard Bell starting to calm down, but he was still breathing hard like he couldn’t get enough air. He needed to stop his panic but it… It was so hard.
Managing to stand, he practically staggers his way to the bathroom and stops just outside the door, breath hitching when he hears their exchanged words.
Her first…? Oh Fucking christ… How could he?!
Wayne sunk down to his knees with his hand over his mouth as he listens more, fat tears dripping down his cheeks once again.
Sheldon blew out a breath, his eyes sliding to the door as he sensed Wayne, “It’s okay,” he murmured, he wasn’t sure to who, as he rubbed the woman’s arms, “Let’s get you cleaned up. I don’t think I caught your name before?” he tried a smile that almost worked, “I’m Sheldon Scott, but I think considering everything, Shelly is fine.”
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As she half rose, Bell looked down at her body, her limp tentacle only half back into her sheath, “How can you…” she looked horrible, wasn’t even a woman. Wyn might not care… but even the fact that the man before her was blue hardly put a dent in the knot in her stomach, “You don’t have to, I can do it myself.”
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Reacting on instinct more than anything, Sheldon grabbed her hand and pressed it between his legs. He didn’t release her hand until her shock gave way to wonder, “You’re not the only one with a tentacle. And I meant it; when I said you were gorgeous. All of you.”
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Sobbing again, Bell leaned her head against Sheldon’s shoulder, “Bluebell Woodridge. Bell,” sniffling, she offered him a soft smile as Sheldon took up the washrag and started helping to clean her up.
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