He clambered onto the bed, scooting backwards, tugging Devin onto the bed with him. Until he could lean back against the pillows, half-sitting, half-stretched out.

His fingers slid over Devin's, softly caressing. For a moment or two he stared at the covers, at the pattern of creases.

"I haven't been thinking..." he started, then changed it. "I've kind of been avoiding thinking about what this is, beyond the physical," he said finally. "Beyond friendship. It... its' too big."