God, Roger had no idea how long it had been since Lex had moved out. He wasn't sure if the answer would make him feel better or worse, but he was pretty sure... there was something happening. His eyes found Anatoly's mouth, and he licked his lips, ready to be toe-to-toe and chest-to-chest with the Grandmaster. It was something he'd wanted a thousand times for a thousand different reasons and he thought all at once that Anatoly wanted it, too. No, there was no way he was reading that wrong.

"You're not," Roger said, daring to move a hand to Anatoly's arm and slide it slowly up. "Anatoly..."