[Will it still be there when they're both sober and in a less sexually charged environment? Would it have played out differently in a cafe or park? Seb's turned those same questions over in his head, and he feels the same conflicted relief every time electricity crackles between them from something as simple as a look.

They really do get along. They really do want each other. And it seems that they're finally getting around to answering Siwan's question from earlier: what happens now?]

I know. That's what I wanted to happen. [Again, brutal and almost compulsively blurted out honesty. Seb winces at the callousness of his own words but he still can't stop talking:] I just didn't expect to be in the same position... but like I said, you're different.