For fuck's sake.

Every impulse screamed at him to simply twist and be done with the dramatics. Yes, it would destroy their friendship and betray every ounce of trust she had in him, but at least she wouldn't be yanking on him and making the problem worse in the process. She would be horrified and leave, and he'd be able to take care of himself. Turning should've been the plan.

It should have been. It wasn't.

Instead, Dory made a weak attempt to shrug her off with flaming red cheeks of embarrassment. "Maple, I'm fin-" he began to exclaim, but then she yanked harder and forced him to stumble into her. In a singular instance, every opportunity they had to escape this situation with some degree of subtly and decency vanished. She was a mediwitch, there was little doubt in his mind that she now understood exactly what was happening within his body.

"Please, forgive me, Maple. I never meant - I of course would never have - fuck. I'm sorry." He rambled as he drew back and towards the counters on the other side of the kitchen. Even his now racing heart couldn't compare with the sight of her bare legs, a thought he struggled violently against. "Are you alright?"

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