It's just him, the most religious, hyper masculine heterosexual and judgmental person I know. Somehow, that doesn't put me at ease the way I think he might have been hoping it would. Having him use that name also doesn't help. When Hedwig doesn't respond the way he wants, that's when he usually calls on Hansel.

The more things change...

I don't stop him, but I don't remove my hand. I don't look down. I focus straight ahead, on a random point on the headboard, on anything but what is happening or could happen. Or has happened in similar situations with men who were just them.