He has to take a breath. And he can't. Not for a few seconds. It's the first time he's seen Neil wearing this little since... Since. And then he hadn't really even allowed himself to notice much. Now it's like he can't stop looking, even in the hard glow of the hall lighting. Gorgeous body, wiry and narrow and angular and so fucking perfect. So familiar. So new.

"I. Um." He shifts awkwardly, steels himself and pushes his way in as if pressing past a semi-solid barrier. He gives Neil a spare, sidelong smile. "Would you believe I had a bad fucking dream?"