[Free, Neil rolls off the table and onto his feet. Without another beside him, the room feels cold, and he moves to pick up his pair of briefs and undershirt that were happily thrown on the floor hours before.
The strange emotion in his chest moves to sadness at the sight.]
Sorry for making things awkward.
[Are the strained words. He carefully puts on the briefs, ignoring any evidence on his body of their earlier activities.]
no subject
The strange emotion in his chest moves to sadness at the sight.]
Sorry for making things awkward.
[Are the strained words. He carefully puts on the briefs, ignoring any evidence on his body of their earlier activities.]