[Horniness wins out against absurdity or embarrassment, and he crawls into Cy's lap, swinging his leg over to take up familiar residence there. His right hand finds Cy's shoulder for balance, until it loops into the full length of his arm to feel the movement of muscle underneath the fabric of Cy's shirt.]

It hasn't all been difficult. I've thought about you as constantly as I did that first month... In dreams, and in my thoughts.

[He doesn't mind being tormented if the content of that torment is Cy.]