Morgan found himself sidling up to the sink, and leaning against the counter. He fought his instincts to nuzzle his face into the crook of Simon's neck. Although his time spent with Dean had been a physical relief, it had also been somewhat like giving a scrap of food to a starving man. Just enough to make him want more.
"You make it sound like I'm in the way," he said, trying not to sound hurt. Morgan most often kept his mind out of Simon's thoughts, but now he opened up, and found nothing coming back to him. There had been a change between them, and Morgan needed to know what had gone wrong.