“It was... it was like all the girls I was with. They were fun, and I liked their company, but their touch didn’t... didn’t make anything get warm. Didn’t make it pop or zing or ache.” The hand moved up to Talker’s neck, so that his pulse throbbed against Brian’s palm. “Didn’t make me feel any of the things I feel when you touch me or smile or... you know, sing in the shower or leave your shoes in the hallway or have conversations with the rat when you think I can’t hear you.”
