[He insists, pushing into the hotel room now and nudging the door shut behind them. Watch out for those bandaged up stitches, Mr. White, because Mr. Orange is barely giving them a thought. Fetch rolls onto a desk, discarded now though at least not on the floor.]
I want them on.
[The lights he means. Freckled fingers work to remove the other man's clothes.]
no subject
[He insists, pushing into the hotel room now and nudging the door shut behind them. Watch out for those bandaged up stitches, Mr. White, because Mr. Orange is barely giving them a thought. Fetch rolls onto a desk, discarded now though at least not on the floor.]
I want them on.
[The lights he means. Freckled fingers work to remove the other man's clothes.]