"I..." Tommy sighs and his fingers card through ethereal hair. Back home he'd hate himself for ever letting the words slip past his lips. Here, like this, with Billy? Somehow it feels okay. Safe even. "I don't know. I mean, you're the only person I see when I'm like this. You could be a dream. Or a delusion. But when I try and touch you? I don't know, I feel... Weird. Like I've always been aching, and the pain's suddenly gone. Platonic, though. Pretty as I am, I'm not the 'I'd fuck my clone' type."

Not that he has anything negative to say about Billy being, well, a guy. Just the whole narcissism gone too far thing. And he looks embarrassed as hell, slipping just a bit closer to the floor like he's going to fall through it. What teen who just said something stupid hadn't wished they could do something like that?