"I don't need an excuse," he murmurs, reaches up and curls his fingers around Neil's wrist. That's not what I need. Suddenly everything feels more dangerous. Suddenly the air in the room practically fucking crackles.

He doesn't remember things between them ever being this volatile. Then again, they'd pretty much always had an outlet.

He tugs Neil's hand gently away from him. "Neil. Your food's getting cold."