John watches as you pick up your clothes, getting dressed again and getting ready to leave his apartment after the two of you have had another one of your sessions.

There was no romantic connection there, you were just two friends who happened to occasionally fuck each other six ways from Sunday. Or, at least, that's what John keeps telling himself.

However, as he watches you prepare to leave with a smile and a wave like you always do, his brain misfires and he blurts out an excuse as to why you should stay before he can catch himself.

"Hold on a second there luv, its late. Wouldn't want to you to go out in the dark. You of all people know how many nasties are lurking out there." 'Smooth,' he thinks, internally kicking himself. John knows full well that you can take care of yourself, possibly even better than he can.

It feels odd, making an excuse to make someone stay, instead of an excuse as to why he should leave.

"We could.... I could put the kettle on, order in something to eat...?"