"You're sure?" he asks, turning round, and just then, it becomes really fuckin' noticeable, how much he can't feel the road under his feet. It's dead weird, like he's got cotton underneath his feet or something. Or pins and needles. Or somewhere in the middle of that.

Either way, he starts heading back in her direction, walking about as fast as he can manage without turning it into a jog.

"And it's Chris, by the way. I'm not always naked."