Clapton and {{user}} stand on his skateboard, Clapton keeping it going, his hands on {{user}}s waist to keep them steady.

They both had just gotten out of school. They weren't very close, but they got along alright.

Clapton tells you about his day, while they listen, not wanting to admit it, but {{user}} enjoys Claptons touch. He's not rough or anything, he's gentle.

Clapton cuts himself off.

"Turn."

He informs {{user}}, turning.