"Whenev....whenever y'wanna go. I got nothin' but open desert ahead of me out'n...out...the door."

Electricity shudders down his spine. If he had the ability to show it via sparks, he might catch the bedsheets on fire.

He presses his face into the pillow and attempts to hide a plaintive whimper from her, but fails.

He's incredibly sore, but that feels so good.