And while his body is processing this into a qualitative gauge of temperature and goose-pimple elevation, JJ is also thinking that this is the first time he has held anybody this way; that this is the first time that anybody has let him hold her this way; that this is the first time he has felt so equally vulnerable with someone; that this is the first time he feels unalone in the world; that this is the first time at Prendergast that he wishes time would not just slow down but stop entirely; that this is the first time An Elegant Human has weighed upon his conscience so thoroughly and, rather than compressing it into an amorphous blob, this weight perfect and smooth has caused his conscience to spread and fill its container like a drop of detergent landing on the oil slick; that by doing so his conscience has completely absorbed the weight and made it a part of itself and by doing this it has transmuted into something more complicated, more joyous; that this moment should last forever.