[he jumped a mile at those eyes, falling back into the chair. They didn't feel like contacts. They felt like something else taking over. His chest squeezed. He made a conscious effort not to grip his shirt and instead gripped the chair so hard his knuckles turned white. ]
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[he jumped a mile at those eyes, falling back into the chair. They didn't feel like contacts. They felt like something else taking over. His chest squeezed. He made a conscious effort not to grip his shirt and instead gripped the chair so hard his knuckles turned white. ]
What the hell are you turning into?