The next morning Jack felt unable to speak to Ralph. Their moment of intimacy had felt good at the time, the blood rushing all around his body, his breath catching in his throat. That had been his first time; not that anything had really happened. He found himself absent mindedly wondering if Ralph had done it before. Anyway, all he could manage was a tight lipped smile at Ralph as they awkwardly went about their day. He was concerned that his trousers were too tight for any deeper looks; he could still feel Ralph's hands on his back and his in his hair. He realised that it had been years since anyone had shown any tenderness towards him and it made him feel happy and sad and really rather confused. He decided to not be the first to mention it.