Be a pretty shit story if no.

You check the phone first thing when you wake up the next evening. Not that you can’t be out in the sun, but it’s easier to move at night, so it’s just been what comes natural. You grunt in disappointment, but not surprise. Oh well. It was a long shot, anyway. You consider texting her, but that seems … inappropriate, somehow.

Retrieving a limb from your freezer, you watch the sun setting. For all the inconveniences living out here, it does have an awfully nice view of sunrise and sunset, though you preferred the latter even before. You passively crunch into your dinner, not bothering to thaw it. After all, it’s not like it’s going to be able to damage your teeth. Or like temperatures bother you anymore. If you were actually getting flavor and nutrients from the physical object, it would be a good idea, but you have fairly conclusive evidence that isn’t the case.

When the phone buzzes, you almost launch across the room, but restrain yourself a little. It could be someone else. Theoretically. Having rested after eating him, you’re fairly sure you’ve processed enough of Jameson to know that’s very unlikely. He was drifting here, not unlike his prey.

Alex: Hey, sorry if I got weird last night. I was kind of tipsy, and I was feeling pent-up, so I sort of let that out on you.

Alex: Probably a little rude.

You: You were drunk? Fuck, I’m sorry, should I go and delete that video and picture?

Alex: Did … did they freak you out?

Alex: I know it was super-forward, and that puts some people off.

Alex: Especially since I don’t even usually let a guy see me with my top off until date three, and that’s if I really like him.

Alex: But my logic was “Well, he’s already seen, and it feels sort of sexy showing off.”

You: I mean, it was. I hope I don’t lose points for admitting that.

Alex: Oh, thank God.

Alex: No, no, I was just worried with the pictures and the comments, I might have offended you.

Alex: And you seem like a good guy so far.

Alex: Whatever your name is …

That was a complicated question. Mostly because you didn’t know. While you could remember most of your human life, names, family, friends, all of it was blurry, even your own. You hadn’t needed a name in a minute, so you just … kind of … hadn’t bothered to get one. Which made it feel like an impossibly huge decision, deciding that right this second. BUT, it’s not like you can just say “No comment.”

You: Adam.

So not just your first thought, literally the first male name as far as the Abrahamic religions of the world are concerned. Incredible creativity.

Alex: Adam. If you like them, I want you to keep them. I just don’t want you to, you know. Show other people.

Alex: Well, without getting my permission …

Alex: But deffo no SHARING them with other people.

You: I’m not a slavering maniac, so yeah, they’ll stay private.

You: But I am glad I get to keep them.

You: You’re astoundingly hot.

Alex: Stop, I’ll blush.

You: What do you do, by the by? Like, for work.

Alex: I’m a veterinarian. Until I know you a little better, I think that’s all I want to say.

You: That’s pretty fair, especially given our acquaintance in common.

Alex: What about you? I’m curious.

Alex: I’d like to know more about the guy who definitely whacked off to me last night.