I certainly am. [Corrigan tugs hard at the belt loops, suddenly, pulling Junpei's smaller, slighter body flush against his, pinning the boy to the tree. Like this, it's easy to feel that he's still hard, that despite his gentle lectures, he's come here for one thing. He grinds his hips forward, shameless, not caring that it's broad daylight in a public park.]

When you come to me, I want you coming whole, unhurt. I want you safe in between. [One hand slides up under Junpei's shirt, feeling out where Corrigan can remember the bruises being, pressing down hard.] I want the only bruises on you to be mine.