I should bloody well hope it was you. Otherwise I was shagging a bloody impeccable twin.

[Yes, John, he was going to bring up the sex. Because it happened. It happened, and he could remember the feel of that mouth on him, those hands pinning him down, the words being growled against his ear--

A sigh, his hand squeezing his own thigh as he let his chair tip forward, setting it on all four legs to reach for his newly brought drink.]

My little... issue wasn't nearly so fun. Color me envious that you got to be a better version of you.