[Matt stays still under her touch. Bristle on his chin and the skin so close to his lips are hyper sensitive. He can smell the ingredients from the sandwiches, soap, her skin. Karen is warm and the tips of her fingers are soft. The moment lasts a few heartbeats. It's a brief and beautiful forever.]

No, God. No. And I'm telling you, he's horrible.

[He shakes his head.]

Growing with maybe no end in sight. I'm glad you can respect that. It frustrates me. [He leans back in the chair, the plate clean as far as he's concerned.] You did say it was better than sex though. What can be said after that?