It hurt; the voice wasn't right, but it-- it could be. "Next time you ask me to play hooky and take a bath, I might." Poison's hand slid over his neck and he turned his head, cheek pressed against his head. He smelled good... even if that wasn't quite right either. He could forget. He could pretend.

"Even if you say my hair's gonna fall out." A faint grin touched his voice, his mouth. He slid his knee higher, pressing his thigh up between his legs.