Not for him, not tonight. He leans down so his mouth is next to Random's ear, trying not to gasp with the tension.

'Have I given enough for you? With what I turned down from Namo, with Martin, with avoiding your family...is it enough? Is there something else I should be doing? Tell me baby, I can't work it out.'

A thrust, a moan, eyes closed.

'You remember Christmas? You took me home - and then when I left and thought I might die, I gave you my favourite house. Not even to share, I gave it to you, so you'd always have somewhere safe. And I told you in that letter I wrote - I'll give you everything. Share everything with you. But you have to help me Random because I don't know how to give you this. I've been trying to think and I don't know what to do. I'm sorry - you have to tell me how, if you want me to change.'