Max was quiet as they kissed, and when it finally broke he ducked his head and rested it against the other man's shoulder.

He wanted him, he knew he wanted him- And yet his body remained numb. As though it simply refused to engage. Earlier tonight when he'd had a client, he'd had to take a pill, and even then he'd struggled a little. It had cost him a better tip, he was sure. It was often like this after an attack- After a kill.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly.