Laurence followed eagerly, half-tripping over himself in his desire to follow, to do this, to not stop contact even for an instant. At any other time he might have wondered if the fact that all of his liaisons seemed to go along those same lines was evidence of some greater failing of his, always led and pushed, but, oh, always enjoying it in the end.

But those were thoughts for other times when he was not so... preoccupied.