In which the boys are almost cute together

[desperance]

So there was Barry, slumped across the books in the window, sun-drugged into somnolence; and there was Mac, alternately licking Baz's head and biting at his neck, as he does. And Barry was so utterly out of it under the weight of all that sunshine, he wasn't hissing or fighting or running away, he wasn't reacting at all - until there came the clip-clopping of police horses on the road outside.

And suddenly he was all alert, and realised what was happening - "Aaargh! Idiot Boy is biting me!" and vroom, he was off downstairs. Maybe just to watch the horses, but it looked like a getaway.