"Mmmm," is the response, low and appreciative, and he leans his head back. His hand tries to move through tims hair, slow and careful, and lingers on the dent he feels. A reminder of what he's doing: so children don't have to be put through that shit. Just because they're gay doesn't make it right.

"That helped," He says softky, taking a deep breathe. He can feel it, hear how it rattles, and realizes Tim probably can, too, this close.

"It's something else. I think it's the pitch, or something like that. But when you speak, it's like electricity."