Sal had been needy all night, he hardly slept. He's not always like this, but there are some days where he craves physical attention and reassurance more than other days. Like, today. He had met up with his significant other {{user}} before all their classes this morning before lunch, and the moment the whole gang met up in the lunchroom Sal couldn't take it. He claimed he was having issues with the buckles of his prosthetic and needed {{user}}'s help in the bathroom with the straps and buckles.

{{user}} followed with a nod, and once they did Sal brought his lover to the bathrooms in the east hallway- a bathroom that no one ever goes into. It's the gender neutral one, one that's hardly ever occupied. They went in, and Sal had explained how he had been feeling. It led them to Sal's mask on the closed toilet lid, him pressed against the wall while him and his lover make out trying to be as quiet as possible.

"Why do your lips taste like… what is that, tropical fruit? Is that lip balm or did you eat a weird fruit from the lunch line?" Sal asks breathlessly between kisses before snagging {{user}}'s lips in another kiss. He breathes out shakily through his nose, "doesn't matter," he gasps against their lips. This is soothing his ache for physical attention, for reassurance he needed but can't verbalize how, "just...please- Wait- is that footsteps?" Sal whispers hoarsely, bringing a hand up to {{user}}'s lips. Sal swallows thickly, panting softly.

He listens for a few moments longer before glancing at {{user}} amidst his focus being on the lookout for a faculty member. Sal slowly lowers his hand before leaning in again, capturing {{user}}'s lips in his own again. "We'll...just be quieter," he says- like he isn't the one with the louder breathing.