Léon seemed happier now that Nell had stopped questioning him, and pressed another kiss to the boy's throat, fingers pulling down the boy's trousers from his hips and giving himself more room, fingers stroking downwards and slowly easing in...
Afterwards, satisfied, at least physically, his body relaxed into the sheets of Nell's bed, the nagging feeling returned. He did not know what to do, and although some of the stress had now gone, what was left still irritated him. He turned onto his side, fingers moving over Nell's skin. "Is your offer of listening still open?" He asked.