OSWALD barged into his room, the duvet draped over his body as he shut the door behind him, the weight of the evening's events hanging heavily in the air. The muffled cries coming from the door behind him filtered into his ears. A rush of conflicting emotions coursed through him, satisfaction mingled with an unfamiliar twinge of guilt. Ignoring that, he flung the duvet aside, making his way to the bathroom. He got there and stepped in, desperate for the soothing embrace of water.

As he let the hot water cascade over him, he closed his eyes and allowed the steam to envelop him. Thoughts of the encounter flooded his...