"We nearly...!" Ray trailed off in horror, staring at the expanse of slept-in bed that was now vacated, so transfixed that he didn't even duck when the shoe came flying. It collided with him but he still continued to stare.

It was horrific, truly horrific but the worst (and unnerving) part was that when he looked back at the memories, none of them were bad. They had all been good, really, really good. At the time, at least. It was hard to feel sickened when he remembered, clear as day, that he'd been willing, and more to the point, happy about all of it. It confused the fuck out of him and it was written all over his face.

"You wanted to--...!" Ray could only deal with one bit at a time and considering his current excited state, sex won out over love. "You look like Kowalski!" Like that was a reason none of this could possibly be true.