There was part of him, desperate and hungry, that longed to insist that they could do more than take the edge off. Maybe not right here, but somewhere nearby. No need to go all the way back to an apartment, maybe. But he wasn't far gone. He wasn't positively wild. And though he was dripping with earnestness, he wasn't at a point of laying it out that they should just tangle up in the nearest alley.

He reached a hand out to Chris rather than say anything for a moment. Though his cheeks were flushed and his fingers shivered with anticipation, he looked utterly patient.

"How far is the walk?"