He was no stranger to loneliness, but it was still an unwelcome and overwhelming feeling that threatened to smother him as soon as the door closed. No matter. He would ignore it, just as he would ignore his craving for the long-lost touches his memory insisted had comforted him along to that tune once upon a time.

He would ignore all these things until they went away and he could forget it all over again. At least, he would damn well try before he needed to take a more hands-on approach.

And that is the story of how something terrible and unspeakably gay was set into motion and everything went far beyond the point of no return.