Oh, he knows far too much about that sort of guilt. "Speaking of. I don't know if you've got a pet-sitter, but you might want to get back home soon."

Not that there's any alterior motives there (not completely). It's nice here, standing like this, and while things between them have so far been a mixture of heady psychosexual antics, it's good to know there's room for something else. The more time passes in this city, the more he begins to realise he can't be completely one thing anymore, and that he doesn't have to be.