“Somehow – It all finally seems to be over,” Andrew thought to himself as he took his last mouthful of sea air. Something in his stomach swum, his phone buzzed in his pocket – three sharp rings. He had yet to open it, his cock was already throbbing so hard that he was worried it might snap in two if he looked. “Stop it Lucas,” he said aloud. He squeezed his suitcase, holding it safely over his lap feeling the sharp plastic corners tickle his soft tip. Sitting so alone in the Lubmin bus terminal it was almost too obvious that he was trying to hide something. No-one sits a large travellers suitcase on their lap, least of all when the Bus was already putting away in front of them. It was so large and empty, waiting for the clock to hit exactly 8:15, the gasoline stealing the last of the morning frost. He was the only passenger in wait, perhaps the only person in the bus terminal at all. Aside from the Bus Driver, who leaned over in the corner of his vision, smiling intermittently and checking the wheels. Without the Bus Driver and his steely blue eyes, he would have felt like he was the only person in the world. Over the last few months spent in the confines of his hotel room he had become used to being alone. He had enjoyed only his small bed, a desk, and his window with the view of the Seebrücke. He had paid extra for the latter, quite a modest amount for a student at least. It was, for the longest time, his only portal into another world – the world outside his room. Without the pier itself, Andrew may as well have been lost at sea. The hotel was empty, most of the patrons had cancelled their trips as soon as Covid news had spread. If Andrew had planned it all just a week later he would have done the same, if he could have known what March was going to bring, quarantining in Berlin would have been infinitely better. He hadn’t come to Lubmin for the sights after all, as nice as the Seebrücke was, he had only come for the quiet, away from Lucas and the constant parties and the early morning impromptu Grindr threesomes with the downstairs neighbour, fun for sure – but not a conducive atmosphere for study. That’s what he had thought anyway. At some point during his quarantine Andrew had literally prayed. He had just masturbated for the third time that morning, when Lucas was asleep he would take to re-reading the Whatsapp messages, trying to pretend they were happening in real time. A few days before, when the words became stale and hollow, devoid of feasible spontaneity, he had begged Lucas, “Please, next time you fuck the Neighbour, I want to see it.” Lucas had resisted at first, it was against the rules, Andrew’s rules specifically, they had spent far too long…