He doesn't let nagging feelings stop him. He doesn't let guilt or memories or anything detract from the moment. Perhaps later, when his bed has cooled, he'll be clear headed enough to realize what a predicament he's in. Fortunately, he's gotten very good at forgetting those things, too.

As she moves close, he keeps an arm underneath her, brushing fingers through her hair.

"You know where to find me," he laughs. "Unless Trouble's got themselves in some shit, I'll be around."

He reaches down for his shirt, digging cigarettes out of the pocket.