Carlos gave Gael an amused look as he sashayed out of the bathroom, and once the audience wasn't there, he made quicker work of the shower than when Gael had been watching. He wasn't as talented as putting on a show as Gael, he thought. He would have never made it in porn, for one, because it would make him too self-conscious, but he could rise to a challenge.

A few months before, he would have never noticed something off with the scene in front of him - Gael on his bed, working a dildo into himself and arching up against his pillows with a low and filthy moan. But there was something off, he thought. He'd learned to pay attention to the little nuances in the last several weeks as he'd tried his hardest to keep Gael from falling apart. Still, confronting Gael on that front never really got him anywhere.

So he watched, with mixed appreciation and the slightest bit of concern as he watched Gael, before he moved forward and covered the hand on the dildo with one of his. "Didn't I say I was going to tie you up?" He said.