Growing a beak may have been useful.Where is the ring? Nipple dose? What an idiot!Will thought to himself as he sulked at his desk.
"Dr Zimmerman sat, brooding. His PIERCING stare, unforgiving of his earlier lack of precognitive psychoanalysis," Said a half laughing voice.
"Henry?" asked Will turning.
"No need to explain Will. When you ran out, I kind of called you a sexy dweeb. So Ashley told me," Henry said with a little smirk.
"I am sorry, it was unprofessional of m-"
His rambling mouth was caught in a kiss.
Lips, stubble, hands.
Then later, shiny metal.