"Fuck, Alex," he says with a laugh, but it feels good to just. Laugh. "I mean, what d'you want to know, that I jerked off when I got home? I didn't! I mean, I could've, but it feels... I dunno, wrong? Besides, it all sort of... wore off after I was far enough away."
That, at least, is the good thing about his ability. He might have threads connecting him to people's feelings, and they might feel like his own, sometimes, but once those threads break, the feelings fade, and he's left with his own again.
And, yeah, sometimes he thinks about Clint when he's jerking off, but then he feels guilty. He misses Adam so much, especially lately, after everything that'd happened with Michael has left him feeling like a roughly-wrung out sponge, and he just wants to be filled with green again.
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That, at least, is the good thing about his ability. He might have threads connecting him to people's feelings, and they might feel like his own, sometimes, but once those threads break, the feelings fade, and he's left with his own again.
And, yeah, sometimes he thinks about Clint when he's jerking off, but then he feels guilty. He misses Adam so much, especially lately, after everything that'd happened with Michael has left him feeling like a roughly-wrung out sponge, and he just wants to be filled with green again.