Neil didn't feel the need to answer, but only sat back upon the sofa, watching Humphrey lead Hamlet away. As he waited, he felt the shadow of Humphrey's hand upon his chest, and ran his own fingers upon the spot, thoughtfully.
He frowned.
It wasn't as though he didn't want to be with Humphrey. It was more like... he wasn't into it, wasn't turned on the way he wanted to be, and it depressed him. He didn't want to be the instigator, he wanted to be the bottom.
By the time Humphrey returned, Neil had toed off his shoes and pulled off his socks. "Everything alright there?" he asked, for lack of anything better to say.