[The muscles of his jaw bulge slightly as he ground his teeth at her blunt assessment. Unfortunately, she wasn't wrong, and that made it even harder to swallow.] Just give in?

[He runs his finger around the lip of the glass, frowning at his drink.]

Well. I can't buy anything - a change of clothes, cigarettes, a drink. Not sure what you guys got [he obviously meant Dominants], but the shared motel rooms we have leave a lot to be desired.

[They were all just things though. The part he was having an issue with was simple, it all boiled down to having to rely on someone else for help, for his basic needs. He fucking hated it.]