"Yeah. Yes. Exactly." Words are very difficult right now. The consonants run together, their rattling almost obscuring what he means, and Molly's voice is entering a range he's never heard it in before and that's so exciting he's having unprecedented levels of trouble with vocabulary retrieval. "Safest option. For now. The shirt can go, though. Any time."

Her mouth on his skin makes him aware that this is part of the function of his nerves. That he can feel and interpret pleasure from another human being. And he realizes, on some wordless level, that Molly knows her way around a living body every bit as well as a dead one.

It's a thought that knocks the breath out of him again, this time in the shape of her name.