( his eyes roll back, tripped up on the pure ecstasy that is hear his name roll of his lover's tongue. perhaps he moans, low and deep, but perhaps he doesn't because someone doesn't know how to keep up a mood. )

Fire? ( he sounds annoyed to talk about it. jesus, waylon, can't you tell he was trying to get off over here? ) Yes, of course. The blaze. Shortly after you arrived here, a terrible fire overtook your home. No one survived.

...My family suffered a similar fate. Not fire, though, but just as tragic.

( he pauses to drape a hand across waylon's shoulder, unable to do much more with waylon strapped down as he is. )

In that regard, you and I are all we have left in the world.