“May I?” Herc asks when he’s close enough to reach out a hand and touch the other man. He learned the hard way that you never touch without permission, even in private. Stacker is a man of regulations and conscientious consent combined. Herc also learned to say ‘may’ rather than ‘can’ after the twentieth time Stacks teased him about it.
“You may,” Stacker replies, the words short but laden.













