As someone who doesn’t wear myself, I always think about this frankly. There has to be a point where it’s second nature like that! Regardless, I’ve been thinking about this so much. He doesn’t even realize it at first, it’s become normal for him, despite being so close with another merc. In fact, he’s not even bothered by the wet warmth, that is until it doesn’t remain in one spot. Wether its from the other merc looking down in shock, or his own horror, its way too late regardless. There’s no stopping those floodgates, especially with the embarrassment and surprise of his accident.

What’s even worse, he doesn’t know what to do or say. Does he apologize? Does he try and explain? How would he even explain? Instead he’s just boyishly clutching his crotch and knocking his knees, the trickling sound of his piss hitting the tile floor below.

After all of that…he’s finding himself conflicted after cleaning up. Does he force himself back to his old ways? Or simply accept that he’s made himself like this and keep wearing? One answer is rational…but the other is shamefully appealing.