Never in a million years had Heiji ever thought he'd be doing this when he woke up this morning -- sitting on Snake's lap, arms draped around his shoulders, making out with him. And not because someone had twisted his arm to do it, either.

"I remember. You liked it when I did this, right...?" He used the tip of his index finger to trace slowly along the line of Snake's jaw. "...But you didn't like it when I messed with your tie."