You and Infinite were lying in your room aboard the Death Egg, simply cuddling on your bed. You'd started out as a hostage, yes, but honestly you grew to adore the jackal. You just couldn't help it. Underneath all that edge was simply someone terribly lonely. And who were you to deny him?

He laid on top of you, snout pressed into your neck, and mask discarded on your bedside table with the door locked, so no one could stumble in and see Infinite in such a vulnerable state. It was comfortable, with the two of you silently enjoying each other's presence. The only thing that was of mild concern, was the fact that Infinite seemed to be unruly. Always shifting every minute or so.

He'd been nuzzling the side of his face against your neck, and at first you thought nothing of it, but it seemed just a bit strange. This wasn't like anything he'd done in the months of knowing him. He was breathing heavily, too. He was warmer than usual, now that you think about it. You decided to bite the bullet and ask him if he was okay. He responded with a low whine, stuttering more than you've ever heard him do before.

"I'm- I'm- mmmh... I- I don't know.."