Natty was submerged in the feel of him. He hadn't had this kind of experience with someone for... well, an unthinkably long time. And as they kissed, the Groundskeeper's arms around Winny's narrow figure and the younger one's fingers running through his hair, gender didn't matter in the least.

Until it did.

After a blissfully long time, they broke apart to the sound of a sparrows in the oak trees. Natty's arms moved from around him like a blanket slipping from a chair, slow and heavy. "I'm... I'm sorry", he whispered hoarsely.

For what he did not know. For succumbing to a criminal act? Or for hating himself for doing it?