"A little," he says, rushing up to push his hand though his hair. "Or a lot." He'd been terrified that first night after the lighthouse, convinced Spencer wouldn't want anything to do with him, but he'd had to try. The alternative, never knowing, being alone when he'd had the chance at something good, the very thought had made him feel ill.

"The waking up part is pretty nice, isn't it?" he asks with a grin. "Surprisingly so."