You don't have to talk yet, sugar. [It's soft, that syrupy drawl that Corry only gets post-sex slipping in. He keeps stroking up and down Kyle's back, smooth and rhythmic.] I'm not goin' anywhere, you just take your time. Catch your breath.

[This is normally the part where Corry pulls away, gets ready to leave. But he just repeats:] I'm not going anywhere.