He thought about something Julie had said to him, about her date and about how he hadn't done anything unless she'd done it first. He thought about the constant, shimmering desire. His thumb pressed against the fabric of Laurence's trousers.

"Would it be so bad to let it happen and...put a stop to it if it's not truly what you want?" he says. "Because, Jesus, Will, there's a bloody storm in me."