Apocrita leaned back against you, her legs moving like she wasn't sure what she should do or where she should touch, if she should be touching at all. "Anon... I... I understand. About all of it. You were right, I want to be an individual, because I want to make my own choices in life. I love my hive and am proud in the fact that I guard it as an elite, but... I want to be more," Ap declared, letting her back legs splay out over top of yours as she got comfortable. You imagined you were more comfortable than your shitty mattress.