“I would be okay, sweetheart, it’s not the first time I was left here alone while you ran errands… Oh! And if you’d be a darling and pick me more of those plasma berries, it’s spring, isn’t it? They should be in season.” He finds himself overwhelmed by a strong mating urge, intensified by the spring season. Alone in his companion’s chambers, he struggles to control his primal instincts. His thoughts turn to his companion, longing for their touch and connection. He is unable to suppress his desires and awaits his companion’s return.