Bobo flinches and bites back the awkward, needy sound that's lodged deep in his throat when Manfred clasps his shoulder, his hand strong and warm even though the cotton of Bobo's shirt.

It's an innocent enough gesture, casually friendly in the way Manfred has always acted around him – nothing about it should make Bobo's stomach drop in an uncomfortable mixture of arousal, embarrassment and regret, but he can't shake the memories of being stretched out at Manfred's feet with the other man's hands gently petting his fur.

"You okay?" Manfred asks with a frown, and Bobo smiles and nods and silently curses Fiji's spell.