with whatsatisfies me, continued from XI log

Liir had been determined to extract a promise to end his isolation from Gilbert at the time. If he'd kissed him he'd have been rewarding that behavior. He didn't have such a problem anymore. He closed his eyes when Gilbert's lips opened against his and...

...he was small and scared and someone was doing something to him that he wished would stop. That was all he could glean from the conversation and the remembered feelings, besides the non, non, as he spoke little French. Liir is truly disturbed for the first time in a while. Perhaps more than his memories of Bandar.

He comes out of it shaken, does his best to compose himself, which is pretty good. The boy he was metamorphisizes into the young man pressed against him.

"Sorry. It's...been a while."