[He would most certainly still have knots. Especially with how much he tenses up then, burying his face in Regis' pillow to muffle a groan.]

This time my foolishness may well get someone else hurt.

[A sigh this time, turning his head to stare listlessly at the wall. He frowns, brings one hand up to try to force himself to relax how tightly furrowed his brow is.]

Things were far less complicated at home. There was never time for anything... romantic?