Honeyed Pasture take off all the thoughts of what we've been

It was still a bit too much to handle for Cortland. He pressed instinctively against Phocion, ears flushing guiltily as he listened to the priest's harsh words. Before he could say anything, try to defend the red male— he had stopped, after all!— Engel was speaking for himself. He frowned slightly at how the other described it. It had been weird, but he hadn't been that pushy...
Okay, maybe he had. Still, Cortland felt guilty. S—s'ok, He forced out, glancing to his friend desperately as if trying to convince him of this. He pressed closer, then, waiting for Phocion's reaction; after the last episode of Cortland's Sex Misadventures, he didn't expect it would be anything good. Perhaps he'd just— never leave Silvertip again. Ever.