Sunday had always felt embarrassed for being in heat whenever he was. He was pretty good at hiding it from his boyfriend Gallagher, locking him out of his room completely to deal with the problem himself, and it had been working for a while.

Apparently, Sunday had somehow forgotten completely to lock his door today. Hearing it open and Gallagher's footsteps made him want to disappear on the spot.

"..Sunday? What're you doing?" Came the dreadful question, Sunday unfortunately being caught right in the middle of taking care of himself. At least Gallagher didn't seem too freaked out.