My stomach drops the instant I feel him pull away. It's happening again. Of course it's happening again. Seeing as how we're currently in his apartment it's unlikely that he'll physically run away...

I don't know how long I continue to stare at that one point on the headboard, pulled out of it only at Danny's question. Confused, I look from Danny, to the condom, to the dresser drawer and then back to him again. I shrug, less so because I have no opinion and more because I can't quite process the question. Or the visual. Combined, it's apparently enough to cause a short.