[It took a long while for his blush to go down after Booker used the phrase 'wrecked' and all the images that brought back, but he didn't try to argue.

They had wrecked him. He liked to think that he at least helped them wreck each other, too. He was under no delusions, though. He was the least experienced out of the three of them, after all.

He pondered the idea of a 'spectrum' for a while, walking along side one of the men who'd captured his heart so tightly. It made sense that it would be...but why couldn't he find any real studies about it?]

Yeah, I'd like that. Maybe tomorrow, though? The plan was a movie tonight, right? I..I'd like to hold you a little bit if you don't mind? Just holding, nothing funny.