He feels it approaching a second before it arrives and his hand tightens, holding him closer and bracing him for it, holding him there while he rides it through until it leaves him gasping, and slowly he lets his hand fall away. He stays there, bent over Hobbes and the bed, staring down at him.

He glances down at his shirt, at the wet spot on his stomach, and the corner of his mouth curls. "Now look what you did."