“Sensitive?” Bishop asks with a softer smile. He knows. He can tell. And after years of abuse it’s probably overwhelming to feel that good and there not be pain involved.

He wraps his arms around the others waist and keeps him close; letting the water wash over them, “we’re linked. It’s always going to be that good. But you’ll get used to it…”

There’s a pause and he chuckles, “you can always make me sleep on the couch, though if you get sick of me.”