He watches Lars attentively, licking his lips as the other boy rolls his hips into his grip. He's enjoying it, he really is, but at the same time he can't stop berating himself for before. He didn't even know when Susan would be coming back. He's wanted to make Lars and himself feel good. What if this wasn't enough? He tries to push those anxious thoughts away and focus on what he's doing, but it's hard.