“Generous, you bet. But,” And Noah glances at Kaz, “I knew Jesper wouldn’t do anything too scandalous with me so I figured he was a safe bet to do this with.”

Jesper was safe because Jesper didn’t look at him the way he looked at, say, Kavinsky. Which was fine.

But god he didn’t think this though as well as he should have. He didn’t want to be sober. He really truly didn’t. He wanted to just — not exist for a while. But to do this, this safe preview sort of thing, it had to be now.

Noah swallowed softly and shifted up to sit on the table top again so he wasn’t directly on top of Jespers lap anymore.

“Is it your entire body or just certain parts that…you know…make you want to hit people with your stick.”