Right. The girl. He hadn't thought about her in quite some time, to be honest. Not that he thought about her often anyway except when forced to.

Now he was forced to. Forced to recognize, hear what Warren was saying, or at least part of it. It was too easy to just want to forget all of that. Pretend for a few minutes that Warren was his, not hers. That Warren wanted him as badly as he wanted him, and not just physically because he was exotic and different.

But nothing had changed, except that he'd left himself open to feeling this more sharply than before.

"I understand," he said softly, sitting up, letting go of his hold on Warren.