This is one of the things that's different now--touch, and what feels all right where touching is concerned, what's allowed, but the filaments of his nerves are wound so tight that even that much makes him tense up, nearly makes him pull away.

He makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. "Shit, it's fine. It's not even the worst fucking dream I have about you these days."

He turns back to Neil again, raking one hand through his hair. "Do you have tea? I'll make some."