[He does, extracting his hand from their embrace in order to manipulate the Watch's interface — pulling up the series of images Cy had captured of the last hour or so. He navigates the library, starting from the last pictures first, his messy face and lower body and the wax-painted scrawl of words on his back.
Oh. The writing's vulgarity burns up into his face, not immune to what he's looking at, even if he knows he's only looking at himself.]
I should have known. [A huff is meant to disguise his own glimmer of embarrassment, and the arousal sharp at its heels.] But... this one?
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Oh. The writing's vulgarity burns up into his face, not immune to what he's looking at, even if he knows he's only looking at himself.]
I should have known. [A huff is meant to disguise his own glimmer of embarrassment, and the arousal sharp at its heels.] But... this one?
[He points at cum dumpster, specifically.]