Ha. I'm good at this shit because I go with what feels right, not what some fucking movie tells me. People don't do scripts.

[It would be nice to do more for them... All of this, this closeness, the banter, the feeling of fingers through his hair, it's all perfect and not just because he's still in the dizzy bliss of afterglow. That doesn't hurt, of course. Being able to give them what they wanted after giving him everything, all of themself, it would be... He'd feel better, he thinks. Closer.

It's tough, when neither of them really know what Rover likes.]

For sure. Even some where it ain't just the same white hettie nonsense that's spooned out over and over. She'll be thrilled as fuck to share.