Leonard sighed as he sank into the chair, the dim light tracing the weary lines on his face. The memories came unbidden—heated whispers, tangled sheets, the electric pulse of closeness that had seemed eternal in the moment. Now, with distance and silence pressing in, those same flashes felt almost dreamlike, their edges softened by regret. He wasn't sure if he missed the person or the way he had felt with them—alive, wanted, and terrifyingly exposed.
"Are you regretting, Leonard? You were quite 'active' participant in our threesome," commented Nathan. He had just finished his bath when he saw the look of regret on Leonard's face.
Leonard snorted, "There is nothing left to regret. She has taken everything... my identity, my innocence... everything."
Nathan laughed, "Innocence? It would be better if you accuse me of that crime. I was the one who taken your virginity, didn't I?"
"You are bisexual?"
