I’m sorry if I have a hard time believing you.  He was picking at the skin around his fingernails with his eyes down.  The first thing you did when you saw him again after years and years was fuck him. Now you’re dreaming about him. And to think I was the one who was happy about your little reunion with Saint Scarhead and the Potterheads Gang. I thought it would bring you some closure. I didn’t even insist on coming with you because it didn’t cross my mind that you would...  He shuddered.  Well, fuck me, right?