Suff and Psi or Dis, the aftermath of his first time
Disciple finds you hiding in the ablutionsblock of the latest shitty payhive in a string of shitty payhives, your back pressed against cold tiles, water dripping from your hair; she comes in after getting no reply, when you're nearly dry and still mentally flinching - you've set yourself up for so much pain, this way, and you can't deal, you should have stuck with your coping method from last time.
"It hurts," you say, drawing your knees more tightly to your chest; she steps over the edge of the ablution trap and coaxes you to look at her as you say, "Later, when you'll leave."
"Kar, you idiot," she says, and leans in to ghost her lips over yours; stunned, you let her, fairly sure this only happens in the shitty dramas you've seen way too much of, cooped up in hiding as you are. "You have us now."