"Sure, as you wish." He hadn't expected Bobby to do it for him but he accepted it with his arm held out, not overthinking how intimidate it almost felt. It was as close to romance as someone like him could get. He wasn't sure if it would be different than Sam's, maybe it would be. Maybe it wouldn't be as good, might be a weaker experience. Might be a better vintage because of the years. Hard to say.

He watched the needle go into his skin, not able to look at Bobby while he did it. It wasn't exactly something he was proud of right now.