“Stoplight system?” he asked, and EJ nodded, the short hair brushing Nate’s cheek. Nate turned his head and bit EJ, gently, right behind his ear. “Words, please.” “Stoplights are good,” EJ said. He sounded mostly normal, which was fine; Nate would get him there. “Good,” Nate said, and EJ shivered slightly under him. Nate moved his thumbs in little circles on EJ’s wrists, feeling the joint there, weirdly fragile under the shift of his skin.