Sharky's hand loosens but doesn't let go, and Giles is in the middle of deciding how best to prise it off with great prejudice when... Oh he should be feeling something about that kiss shouldn't he? He recognises that somewhere deep.

He only barely manages to comprehend what Ossie says after. If only it were so simple. If only the droning in his skull would stop.

"I can't. Please, sir, I-" His focus dims, eyes finding Number 2 in the fray again. He has to- he has to- he-

Giles shuts his eyes. Breathes, slow and laboured. Abstract the problem. Remove the fear.

"You need to restrain me."