It's a deep Pandora's box with many locks and landmines. But a peek behind the curtain is enough to leave him naked.

As it were.

"I'm just me, man." He brushes a kiss into his wet hair, "You know me."

It's a truer statement than the brushoff he wants it to be, but it makes it easier for him to concentrate on the feeling of solid flesh and soft bruises under his fingertips.

"I just thought maybe it's time we make good on whatever's been going on since Borneo."

Because that's where it started. Really.