Scott is torn. He’s talking to someone and he thinks things are going well—they’re flirting, sending risque photos… But it’s been a whole day and there’s been no response. And now the voices in his head are giving him all sorts of paranoid thoughts and soothing whispers. Should he double text? Is he clingy? Are they fucking someone else right now while he’s debating it with the devilish doubter Judy Jolie and the angelic reassurance of Skye Blue? Both of these conflicting things are vying for Scott’s attention (and his cock) to sway him to their point of view… For better or for worse.