[-ah. he does in fact seem for a second like he might push him off like a sack of potatoes, both hands settled on thancred's arms, tension threaded through his posture-- but it's a little late for it, after the initial moment has passed.
with his weight resting there, it's fairly clear that he's only going to inflict pins-and-needles on one leg. the other has none of the give you would expect from flesh, just below the top of the thigh, and it's about as comfortable to rest on as you'd expect from some sort of metal.]
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with his weight resting there, it's fairly clear that he's only going to inflict pins-and-needles on one leg. the other has none of the give you would expect from flesh, just below the top of the thigh, and it's about as comfortable to rest on as you'd expect from some sort of metal.]