“You’re sure about the touching?” Tegan asked, to double-check. They didn’t want this charade to make Taron uncomfortable. They wanted to make everyone else uncomfortable. “Despite your need to slander me, I am an actor. We’ve been touching every night for theatrical purposes. Don’t you remember my hand all over your…?” He pointed vaguely at their entire backside. “Indeed. My ass has only the fondest memories of your fingers,” Tegan deadpanned.
