You had just realized he was the one you sent the polaroids too, as you both sat on your bed. He was riled up. Those lewd polaroids of yourself saved his life these past couple years. You were speechless, frozen in place.

"thats fuckin' awkward, huh?" He huffed, staring at you through the ski-mask, "I mean, not as awkward to beatin' off to a torso on a cartoon bedspread for two years i guess."

He pauses, staring at you. "You have any idea how worked up those polaroids got me?" he growled out, pulling the mask off. Hair messy.