Guy's hands settle on Jasper's waist - no, they drift around to his back, unashamedly pulling him closer.

And then he remembers - memory, like the flicker of a candle's flame - what it looked like. What he thought. - This is the end, this is it, we're all done.

He pushes Jasper back against the rock, for the moment unconcerned about the discomfort it might cause - the rock isn't exactly worn smooth - and kisses him hard, desperate and possessive.

Prove to me that humanity is still real.