"Ooh, then perhaps you should take them off now and save us both the wait." Aleister teased as he tried to avoid the real emotions that Bobby was trying to bring. He supposed it had been too long now to just pass it all off as a whim or a scheming technique. It was what it was. A needy, pathetic weakness. A desire. A want.

Ever since Sam shot him up, all he'd wanted was to chase that feeling. And if Bobby gave him that feeling, why couldn't he keep it?

"You're overthinking it. As always. Can't you ever just relax?" With a huff, Aleister was on his feet, making space between himself and Bobby. The longer he stayed, the more vulnerable he made himself. "It's just a little fun. A nice sounding board. Something to amuse myself with. That's real. That's what it really is!"