Omega can't completely repress the shiver of revulsion at that idea. "No sex," he agrees, not even mad that Florida decided without any input from him. "Um. Talking is good."

Roughed up? He was signing up to get shot at. Then again, the less bruises he has to explain, the better.

"I'll read it," Omega promises. He's not sure when, or where. This isn't something he wants to share with his brothers. He shares everything else, Maine, Tex, is it so wrong to have something of his own?