It was a damn miracle that Kellen was tolerating this kind of treatment. For a moment, and only a moment, he realised that people, civilians, would not tolerate this kind of hovering. If Kellen wasn't who he was, if he hadn't felt what he had felt, he would have pitched a fit over how Rhys was treating him.
How, even in a bathroom stall, Rhys was pressed against his back. Touching him, his hand splayed against Kellen's stomach. It felt less like he was watching him and supporting him as he peed, and instead that they were going to do something naughty. It was already ridiculous that the man wouldn't let him use one of the urinals outside. No, he had to go inside the stall with Rhys blocking him in. He wasn't even sure how Rhys was going to get out of here in one piece.
