The tough, muscular youth with the scars of a fighter and a too-oft broken heart. Emcee is sweet to care.

Jay sits up slowly, keeping Emcee close and balanced. He steals a slow, gentle kiss and smiles, pushing Emcee's hand back from his face. "Thank you."

As much as he doesn't want to leave this spot, it is getting chilly. "Shall we go in? My offer of a shower still stands."