He hadn't thought about that in years. About Luca listening to all his complaints and worries and joys as he went through his early relationships. He'd been so kind, so open, that he'd shared everything, even the sex. Sometimes even the fantasies. Even then, he'd left so many conversations with Luca feeling... excited. Vulnerable. Like the man had seen into his soul to some naked, primal part of him.

He doesn't remember the leading questions, the little manipulations, the touches and soft words that made him open up in the first place.

"You snuck me into some of the raunchiest R-rated films I was dying to see." He doesn't remember that Luca had been the one to turn him onto those films, talked them up, got his imagination going. He smiles at the memory.

"If we did that today, I don't know if I could keep my hands off of you." He shivers, warmed at the memory. "...I still have it on."