[The flush finds a way to get deeper still, and he fidgets, there on the bed. He averts his eyes - glances up at Rye, then glances at the people out beyond the platform where the bed is, and then glances back at Rye]

[His gaze lingers on Rye's hands at the opening for his jeans, and he shudders - swallows, with effort. And perhaps in the real world, there would be more hesitance here, but in dreams don't pay much heed to things like logic and consequences]

[The hesitation lasts only a beat longer before Hurricane reaches for the zipper on his bodysuit with shaking hands and starts to undo it]

You, uh. You think I oughtta do another vial? Since the one I got before was a dud.