A therapist would probably also have a lot to say about enjoying making out and having sex with yourself as much as they did, and yet here they were. Jim for one couldn't care less what anyone might have to say about it, and if his twin was anything like him, he no doubt felt the same way.

Still, that didn't mean he didn't feel a hint awkward when they got interrupted, a gasp spilling from his lips as he looked over at the voice, eyes wide as they settled on August. His brain needed a moment to catch on to what was happening, from August's question to the way his twin wrapped his arms around his neck, holding on close to him.

"Right," he breathed out, then smiled, warm and inviting, sitting up the best he could and offering a hand for August to take. "Well, one of them. And you better not go anywhere."