Lane sipped on some water, observing Damien as he was fixing up his uniform and hair, putting himself back in order before leaving the private room. Not that he had that much to fix this time - just the four upper buttons and his tousled hair. Their session was relatively… tame, when compared to the last time.
Lane was a bit disappointed, but not surprised. This was how Damien had always been, whenever he made out with him as Evan. Gentle and prudent. Not allowing Lane to take things any further. Suppressing his desires, even though it was obvious he also wanted more.
It was most likely because his wavelengths were back to the norm. Aside from healing, Damien must have also gotten some good guiding, because he no longer felt like an overwhelming blizzard, but rather like a cool, refreshing breeze.
And with his state stabilized, there was no way he would lose control of himself and desperately cling to Lane again.
