Strat was doing his best to look perfectly angelic, now. Dressed up like some sort of demonic bondage addict, something was getting lost in translation, somewhere along the way.

Jono, meanwhile, was fighting a mental battle between desire and reason. As it stood, after nearly a year of denial and fear and waking up every morning just wanting to inhale, his longing was starting to win.

//Is there anything you need, for it?//