[You know who's a buzzkill? Dorian Gray.]

[Toby pushes himself away, trying to collect himself. It's hard, with how good Dorian smells right now]

You're right, we're friends, and it wouldn't, I mean we can't -

[and then a thought hits Toby, and he smiles, his heart racing again] Except we're not men, are we? Not really, I mean. Mere men don't get to feel like this, like we do now. We're more like gods than men, and all those other rules, they can't apply to us now.

Can they?