Barty was fun, he was very unpredictable. He liked that, he got bored of the same old thing all the time but Barty seemed to play a different game. Turning around wasn't just 'I wanna fuck you', it was washing his hair and keeping them close. It was touch. It was almost romantic.

He closed his eyes and wondered if this was what it was like to live with a lover. Washing together and talking nice, not having drugs around and having things tidy. Buying shower gel that they shared. It was so fun to think about.

"You really think so?" He thought his hair was just greasy and growing too much but silky was nice. That was a good thing, right? "You have really nice fingers. They're skilled."