Mmm, you aren't wrong. [Corrigan’s selected one of the beers, his body language calm and relaxed, palm finding its way back under Junpei's shirt and resting warm and firm against his bare skin.] Hence why I prefer to keep company with others.

But that doesn't mean I do things out of pity, or that I force myself to give attention when it's not deserved. [His thumb finds the jut of Junpei's hip bone, stroking up and down the curve of it.] If someone's sitting in this car, with me, I want them to be there. Full stop.