[Rhys gives a contemplative little hum against Betelgeuse's mouth. Sometimes the weight of loneliness behind whatever Betelgeuse has been through feels impossibly present, impossible to ignore. But Rhys really doesn't want to interrupt what they're currently doing to have a depressing conversation, so instead he shifts closer in the ghost's lap, positioning himself so BJ's cock presses into the crack of his ass, while his own erection is snug against Betelgeuse's stomach.]

So did you have like-- a list or something? Things you were going to do once people could see you again?

[All of this is mumbled between kisses, wet and low.]

Other than just getting someone to watch.