Archie wrapped his arms around a pillow as he watched them. It felt strange, still, and he had to keep reminding himself that Horatio wanted this; that he enjoyed it because it was William, his lover and friend. A voice inside him wondered if there was something wrong with him because he hadn't liked it, but he had pushed it down, tried to lock it away like William had said. No. There was nothing wrong with him. This was completely different.