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Forehead pressed against the generator, sweat beads down Shedletsky's brow. He blinks furiously, fumbling with the wires in his hands that just won't– no, can’t– fit together. He groans in exasperation as they slip through his fingers for the nth time, cursing under his breath as he haphazardly swipes his drenched hand on his shirt.

Honestly, it feels like Shedletsky can never catch a break.

 That Spectre's madness had taken its toll on everyone who was stuck here with him, for sure. But this doesn’t feel like his usual jitters at all.

Shedletsky's face is flushed red, he's sweating bullets, and it feels like being heated up from the inside. There's an incessant gnawing at his gut; he has to lean on the generator for support before bringing a bloodied hand to his forehead. He's burning up. Am I sick? No– it doesn't feel quite like a cold to him.

A distant rustling has Shedletsky's heart thumping against his ribs like a heavy metal drumset. He swerves wildly; all he can sense is the stifling night air creeping up at him from every direction. The swirling in his gut hasn't let up one bit— making him feel so hollow, so indescribably empty— a shaky breath escapes his lips.

Suddenly it stings. He doubles over, groaning for a second before he hurriedly clasping his hand over his mouth. Peeking around the corners of the wall he's hiding behind one last time, Shedletsky makes sure there's nothing in his vicinity. He sighs, pressing his back to the wall as he slides down to the ground, clutching his gut. 

His mind flicks to something else, an occurrence he'd dismissed as impossible in this damned realm. Heights, I always knew that Spectre was a sadistic fuck, but there's no way… a wry smile tugs at his lips as he facepalms.

Shedletsky can't believe he's doing this, but the nagging worry at the back of his head compels him to check. Exhaling shakily, he slowly reaches into his pants; he swipes his fingers against his undergarments, biting back a faint whine as he realizes– oh, shit. He's sopping wet down there, slick almost pooling in his thighs. It hits him like a truck.

He's in the middle of a match, and he's probably in heat. Great.

His head is still reeling with the revelation when a distant rattle of chains arces through the air, slicing straight to his pounding heart. His wings flare out in an instant; he jumps to his feet, trying to steady himself. His white-knuckled grip on his Linked Sword falters as the world spins for a second. Goddammit— he shakes his head— this can't be.

In his stupor, heavy footsteps inch ever-nearer, and a flash of toxic green flares out much too close for comfort.

“I see you~” It grates against his flesh, making him break out in goosebumps.

1x1x1x1. 

Great, he thinks. Spectacular.

Normally, Shedletsky can hold his own just fine; but right now, he can barely grasp his own thoughts. He tries to make a move, freezing when he realizes the usual yells and sounds of weapons clattering from his teammates are replaced with eerie quiet. He's left to face her— enraged, drawing ever-nearer— in his weakened state, alone.

Dread coils around his temples like a chain; when the next swing of her swords whizzes an inch away from his ear, Shedletsky finally finds the feeling in his legs and runs for his life. 

—————

Shedletsky's world is filled with the rattling of chains and the rush of his own ragged breath. Heart pounding against his ribs, he dives and weaves through the strangely-placed walls like a headless chicken, trying to get anywhere away from the toxic-green demon hot on his tracks. 

He tries hard to ignore the churning in his gut, but a few low whines escape him as his legs jolt against the ground. I just need to keep running— just keep going, I'll deal with it when I'm back at the cabin. 

Or I could just let myself die and be back anyway. Huh.

He decides it's not worth the pain; he can run just fine. 

No matter how he tries to shake her off his tail, though, his reflexes aren’t keeping up nearly as well in his addled state– just barely swerving out of the way of 1x’s Daemonshank, the blade grazes his wing; Shedletsky hisses in pain, twisting his neck to catch a glimpse of where 1x is; they lock eyes. 

Her white hair's strewn behind her wildly, giving Shed the impression of some kind of phantom of death. Shit, she almost looks smug. She’s toying with him, he realizes— first keeping him for last, now waiting for him to exhaust himself before she goes in for the kill? He's fucked. 

He glances back at 1x– growing agitated, if her incessant snarling is anything to go by– and keeps sprinting.

After what feels like ages of whacking his face on twigs and branches, he can finally see the stone arch of the under-bridge passageway looming in the distance.

That's it, round the bend and I can take a breather— Shedletsky dashes out into the open, making a beeline for the passageway.

In his panic, though, he doesn't hear the grinding of chains behind him until it's too late.

A whoosh is all he feels before he's thrown facefirst into the stone wall. Sharp, searing pain blooms across Shedletsky's back. Migraines explode in his skull as he yells out in pain, landing hard against the cold stone floor. His sword’s flung several meters away, and with it Shedletsky's will to live. His eyes water from the impact; a wetness trickles down his lip– blood, no doubt. Oh shit- oh fuck. Despite his agony, he tries to scrabble to his feet, but his limbs feel like statues; the world around him spins. A second of his disorientation is all 1x needs to leap forward, closing the distance between them in an instant. 

Oh, would you look at that. He's really, irrevocably fucked now. 

1x is quick to hurl her sword forward, erupting in a mass of chains that wrap around Shedletsky, trapping him against the wall. He hisses in discomfort as his wings are pinned in awkward angles, splayed out like a specimen on a board. 

The blade presses into flesh– just an inch away from his neck, drawing a faint trickle of blood. She's upon him– he can feel her hot breath against his neck– so he squeezes his eyes shut, mentally prepping himself for the searing pain of 1x's final blow.

There's merely a (still quite painful) thud on his chest; Shedletsky winces. His eyes open a crack, and he's met with blurred shades of green and white and glaring red dancing across his vision. Shedletsky flinches backwards just as 1x jerks her head forward, phantom-white hair cascading around them. 

Shed’s world is flooded with the angry red of 1x’s good eye. As his vision slowly refocuses, though, 1x doesn't seem to be making a move. Huh, peculiar. Her glare is unreadable, lip curled in a snarl. Faintly, a wry smile tugs at Shed's lips once more.

“Heh, y-you–”

“You. Be quiet.”

1x's hand flicks out like a snake, grasping Shedletsky's face hard between clawed fingers, forcing his head up. Talons dig into his cheeks, leaving faint weals where they rake down his face. Through slitted eyes, he steels himself to meet her gaze.

“Huh- what's the holdup?” He rasps out. 1x merely ignores him.

They remain in this stalemate for several moments; Shedletsky's world drowned out by the blood pounding in his ears.

1x's nose wrinkles. He briefly wonders if she can smell his fear.

“You. You reek of filth. ” She manages to look even more disgusted than she usually does whenever they run into each other (very).

Shedletsky opens his mouth to argue, but all that leaves his lips is a faint gasp(he cringes mentally). Not just because of the sting; the sight of 1x all over him, on top of him, getting so close– it’s all going straight to his gut; he can feel his loins aching; trickling down his thigh is–

 Oh, hell, not now?! He cringes, squeezing his thighs together.

Heights, 1x must've picked up on his earlier mishap, because she's zeroed in on his beet-red face, gaze tinged with something unreadable. 

Shedletsky cringes. What is he even getting so flustered over? 1x’s looking him up and down like a slab of fresh meat (heh), she's obviously gonna kill him. It's not like he wants her to fuck him or-

Oh. His gut throbs at the thought. His eyes slowly wander down 1x's bizarre torso; her skeleton’s fully visible, yes, but just what lies further down–

This really ain't the time to be thinkin’ about–

Before he can react, 1x jams her hand forward, roughly yanking her sword away. The chains retract as she carelessly resheathes it; before Shedletsky can break another rib on the floor, she's put a hand to his throat, pinning him to the stone-cold wall; he chokes out, legs kicking weakly. 

Haven't I been manhandled enough today? He despairs.

Meanwhile, 1x's had her head cocked for a while; something snaps. Her eye flashes over once, and she unzips her maw; the laugh that leaves her is bone-chilling. She looks him up and down a few moments longer; amused as he claws uselessly at her arm. Toxic green trickles down her arm like an acid river; she does not care.

“Telamon.” She spits the name into the grass. “You never fail to amuse me.” He can do nothing but choke on air– defenseless and delectable. Just the way 1x likes it.

 Her grip loosens slightly; the air outside’s freezing cold, but Shedletsky swears he could cry with relief at the blissful feeling of it rushing into his lungs.  

What happens next really does make him want to cry, though.

1x jabs her knee forward, pushing– grinding against Shedletsky's groin, rubbing into right there– A choked moan spills out of him; with it, his last scrap of dignity. His throat flexes around 1x's hold; he chokes out a “What?” that comes off a lot less defiant than he'd hoped. 

1x can smell the fear on him, the want. She shakes her head slowly, mockingly. “Sauntering around my sight like a headless chicken, like a hen in season? Pathetic.”

 She continues to apply pressure through her knee, digging it against the soft mound of flesh; Shed jerks like he's been electrocuted. “I know exactly what's going on, Telamon. Look me in the eye and tell me that your lowly self isn't begging for this.”

“Look, I- ah-” Shedketsky’s not given a chance to retort at all. Heights, this is just great for his image. He doesn't even wanna think about how he might look right now, all strung up, eh-ing and ah-ing at 1x's mercy like a stupid chicken.

At 1x's mercy… she could clamber on top of him right then and there, oh, she could– she might– 

“Hah, you– don't tease me like–”

1x flicks her wrist, pretending not to hear. A chain snakes out of her back, coiling itself around Shed's wrists; she releases her grip on his throat. Her knee’s still snug between his thighs– the thought’s sent straight to Shedletsky's gut. He whimpers; my, how embarrassing.

“Your amusing display has me feeling quite merciful, Telamon.” 

“Truth be told, I’ve been feeling rather restless all day… give me a show and I might– just might– grace you with my cure~ maybe leave you alive for your little friends.” She shifts her weight from one foot to another, eye narrowed.

Unbeknownst to Shed, a hand snakes under his ass– before 1x suddenly grabs at the supple flesh, hoisting his thighs right over her shoulders. He yelps as his back skids down the cold stone wall, ass hitting the floor; realizing that his crotch is now pressed flush against 1x's face, he nearly moans. It's- it's so close, I don't– I need–

He's sweating profusely, grappling with his thoughts like someone with a penny on the floor.

“Y-you’d better keep up, hah, your end of the deal,” he grits out, trying hard not to think about 1x's teeth. Or tongue. Or down there…

Death hurts, man! A way out is a way out… that’s the only reason why he begins to squirm against 1x's crotch, trying to alleviate the intense burn, the want coiled in his gut, creeping through his veins.The thought of 1x, his damned pursuer– his own creation of hatred (wow)– holding him down and fucking him silly sends flames licking up his spine; he inhales sharply, distantly feeling damper down there.

1x chuckles. It's low and grating. “Eager to embarrass yourself, as always, creator. Disgusting.” 

A quick swipe of her claws make Shedletsky's shorts look like paper; they’re shredded off his body in no time, unceremoniously thrown to the floor. His shirt and boxers are quick to follow. Now all that's left in 1x's eyes is Shedletsky's exposed array, plump and flushed red; his clit’s barely visible through the folds; his little hole clenches as the cool night air breezes over it, slick already pooling from his lips down there. He's craned his face away in embarrassment, eyes squeezed shut, neck exposed; he's laid bare, for 1x's eye only. All for 1x. All mine at last.

What a sight for sore eyes. Better save such a sweet reward for last, though…1x zeroes in on his neck; juicy, exposed, ripe for the taking. Heights. It's like he wants to be humiliated so badly.

Shedletsky feels sharp teeth prick at his neck; his heart sinks as he jumps to the thought of her snapping his neck clean. He's jolted out of his anxieties, though, as something warm and wet laves over his skin. He jolts against the sudden touch; his back burns, pressed hard against the icy stone wall. His legs spasm as the searing heat in his gut cramps again– so empty, please, hasn't he suffered enough? 

He squeaks at the feeling; tears prick at his eyes as he continues to squirm against 1x's crotch, desperate for some kind of friction that’ll get him off. It's just within reach, so close–

1x looks to be quite leisurely on her power trip, though. She lays waste on tender skin, biting mark after mark into Shedletsky's poor neck with a little more force than is strictly necessary. 

It's intoxicating, really; to be the hand by which one once so high and mighty (she sneers internally), plummets to this pathetic excuse of a failure, whining and wriggling beneath her. To have him at the flick of a wrist like a dog on a chain… she jolts down as Shedletsky lets out a pained wail. Rivulets of drool run along his neck, mixing with pinprick beads of blood.

 Time's ticking, though, and they don’t have all day; she lifts her maw off Shed's neck a little, mouthing further down. Her eye roves over Shedletsky's pliant form. He's sturdy, yes, but it seems that the blithering fool has let himself go ever since he stepped down from Telamon. He's softer now– all the better for 1x to sink her fangs into. Shedletsky scrabbles at the stone wall as his weight shifts with 1x's movements; he's absolutely aching to be dicked down right now. He tries to look down at 1x's imminent actions on his- well...

“W-what're you-? Why are you, augh, staring-" "Quiet, vermin."

“Eep!”

Soon, 1x’s face is inches away from his pussy, bearing down upon her grand prize. Shed shivers as her hot breath grazes his folds; he's sweating bullets as he catches a glimpse of 1x's glowing(?) green tongue, inhuman and long and oh so wet, he's so empty, he feels like he's burning up, won't 1x just hurry up and put it in?

Evidently, 1x's growing restless as well; she licks her lips, then dives in for the meal.

It's like fireworks set themselves off under Shedletsky's skin. Oh, he finally, finally gets to feel– he jerks as 1x puts her mouth on him, overwhelming pleasure overtaking his mind. 1x's taking her sweet time; she's having a go at his pussy like a deer at a salt lick. She's gotten his slick smeared all over her face as her rough tongue rubs against Shed's sensitive folds, again and again; pleasure crawls up his spine with each lick from 1x. Occasionally, her nose rubs against Shed's clit; lightning jolts of pleasure shoot up his spine and right out of his slack jaw as he lets out all kinds of noises quite unfitting of an admin of his caliber. 

Heights, it feels amazing after all that teasing. His mental coherence is slowly slipping from his grasp; the only thing he can think about is being held down by someone so warm and powerful and messed with like a fucktoy. He just can't help but let out little moans and cries as 1x goes to town on his sex, his vision blurs– it just feels so, so good, he can't, 1x, please, he– 

Shed flushes as he realizes he must've said it out loud in his trance, but he doesn't have much time to feel embarrassed; his whining notches up a pitch as 1x doubles down on his pussy, letting out content noises of her own; her rough tongue sets the nerves along his folds alight, again and again. The tip of her tongue starts to circle his winking hole, laving over it– Oh. It's burning with want down there, ecstasy bubbling in his gut. Just a little more, come on, he cranes his head back in overwhelming urge.

“Ah, hah, please, you-kkghh!?” 

His airy plea trails off into a choked moan as she plunges her tongue inside Shed's dripping hole, extending further and further in a distinctly unhuman way that has Shed arching his back, letting out urgent little cries. It’s quite an easy fit, to be honest, but Heights, the way it scrapes so deliciously against his walls does wonders for the burning ache in Shedletsky's gut. He whimpers as the base of 1x's tongue rubs against his sensitive entrance; all thoughts of the timer and generator and his fellow survivors have been tossed to the back of his heat-addled head as a pressure coils in his core, leaving him breathless as he writhes against 1x's relentless tongue. 

Meanwhile, 1x's making all sorts of obscene slurping noises as she's eating Shed out; the copious amount of slick pooling out of him gathers on her tongue, but she takes it all in stride as she works her tongue like a cat's, coating every inch of it with him. 

Truth be told, she'd made her way into the arena feeling more restless than she usually did; isn’t this a prime time to set aside their (myriad) differences briefly? The way his pliant form's positively begging for her touch, the way his face gets flustered when he's scared is all that's on her mind. She could've sworn his little hole pulsed at the sight of her. Blood rushes up her face at the thought as she slowly pulls away, straightening up; slick and drool smeared across her triumphant grin, dripping down her chin. 

Shedletsky whines at the sensation of her suddenly leaving him so abruptly; teetering on the edge, needle points of pleasure fading in his nerves. No, no, no, come on, don't fuck with me now.. it was good, but it's just not enough! He wants more, he wants 1x to do something, anything to keep him feeling full; trying to wiggle his hips, he musters up his most pathetic puppydog eyes, pleading with 1x wordlessly. 

It's working. It's the way that Shedletsky– Telamon's form is pliant beneath her. Beneath her, bending to her every will, being absolutely dominated by her hand; the thought is a burning flame rushing to 1x's head. She can’t wait any longer; she reaches between her own legs hurriedly, blood pounding in her ears. She needs to stick it in Shedletsky right now, really make him scream.

Shedletsky's damn near ready to yell with frustration as the body heat slowly subsides from his pussy. He whines in protest; “Puh- please, ah, don't tease, hmmnn..” His efforts are rewarded with a faint zzzip. 1x bucks her hips forward; something warm and wet slaps against his thigh, and he looks down breathlessly. He's met with the sight of something distinctly inhuman, slithered out from somewhere in 1x's own sex; it's distinctly tentacle-like. And girthy. And dripping wet. Despite all his brain fog, he can't help but stare. 1x leans forward, hissing under her breath as she takes her hand off his thigh to give her member a few pumps. 

Who knows what would become of his poor lower half in the next several minutes; Shedletsky meets her half-lidded eye with fear as she leans forward, hair falling in a curtain around them; heat radiating off her outlandish body as pinprick teeth find his collarbone, biting down. At the same time that she jerks forward, dripping cock pushing in against Shed's tight, wet entrance. It doesn't take much effort to slide home.

Bliss. Absolute, unadulterated bliss explodes in Shedletsky's mind as a full-blown moan tumbles past his lips. His breathing comes in short pants as he's paralyzed with the intensity of the white-hot pleasure building in his gut; the heat is relentless, pulsing through him in waves. It crashes through his brain with minimal resistance, and he's soon beyond saving. With each breath, he just can't help but let out little whines as he writhes on 1x's cock, wings twitching uselessly behind him; overwhelmed by how full he is, how it presses against his walls, rubbing against his nerves; how he's speared on 1x's dick like a- 

He's not given much time to think before she starts moving. Saliva drips from 1x's slack jaw onto Shed's well-built figure, trickling down his side as she rocks forward into him, panting slightly. The rush of cool air against her dick when she pulls out only makes his tight heat ever so alluring when she pushes back in; especially with how responsive he is, moaning and whining with each buck of her hips. He just won't stop fidgeting; he shakes his head frantically as 1x leans in to mouth at his neck. Evidently the onslaught of pleasure is a tad overwhelming for the dude. He's tearing up, babbling uselessly as 1x bullies his poor hole open.

If 1x could feel anything but hatred, she'd find him adorable. He really does look cute like this; 1x can't help but push forward, again and again into that addictive warmth that only tries to push back against her, gripping her member like a vice. She leans backward, admiring the mess Shed has made of himself. He's still yammering away stupidly, voice wavering as he's rocked along with her thrusts, brown curls strewn about his face.

 “Ah, hah- you, mmh, slo- ah, slow down-” He sounds almost petulant, eyes glistening with tears as he squirms under 1x's firm grip; she simply continues to buck into him as he whines and cries. My, he's especially pathetic today, 1x thinks absent-mindedly, trying to ignore the heat coiling in her own core.

Truth is, ever since Shedletsky arrived in this damned realm, getting off wasn't exactly the first thing on his mind; not to mention this damned heat cycle that's making him about twice as sensitive as he usually is. 

That's why when 1x's member rubs against his ticking point, he wails out, hole spasming around 1x's monster dick (lol). It's just so overwhelming, the delicious drag along his spasming walls fries his brain. 

“Ah-! Ahh, 1x- there, there-”

He kicks out; his foot nudges against 1x's back, making her jolt. She scowls; her grip around his thigh tightens.

1x's attention is ultimately piqued at his little outburst, though; she cocks her head. Realizing what's making him this fussy, a grin plays on her lips.

She’s found that bastard's ticking point, and she's going to take him to hell and back with that knowledge.

 She angles herself to hit that spot inside him, then rams in cruelly. 

The effect is instantaneous; he lets out a broken wail, jerking beneath her as he trembles from the sheer exertion; mission accomplished. She purposely grinds against that spot knowing it'll make him scream. Heights, the look on his face is priceless as tears finally, finally start trickling down his flushed cheeks. He's yielding to her touch so easily, so obediently– the thought makes her thrust in with renewed vigor, the pleasure feels like a pit of acid inside her, boiling her from the inside out. A pressure’s building in her gut, but she presses the thought down, chasing her own high as she mercilessly bullies Shed's spasming hole open.

1x is quiet, for once; Shed can only hear a distant panting above him (past his own noises) as 1x's warm body is pressed flush against his, her hips jolting ceaselessly as pleasure ravages through him like a battering ram. He can feel hot breath on his neck, a coldness dripping down his collarbone; they're both mired in this haze of want and pleasure. Trapped. 

1x can feel it. He's tense as a coil, writhing underneath her grip as he carelessly moans and whines. Heights, he's completely defenseless beneath her, 1x realizes in a bout of dizzying ecstasy. beads of sweat fly off her forehead as she gives it a shake, refocusing on the sight below her, above the spot where she's relentlessly bunny-humping into him.

My, isn't the admin a sight for sore eyes? Knees brought up to his chest, his glistening array is on full display as 1x pounds relentlessly into him, sliding through the slick folds. He's flushed all over and sweating buckets; his eyes are squeezed shut, facing away from 1x. His mouth's slightly agape, letting out the prettiest little whines as he yields under 1x’s ruthlessness, all ripe for the taking. There’s nothing he can do but lie there and take it again and again, look pretty while his greedy hole swallows up every inch 1x has to offer. This side of the admin who seemed so untouchable, so divine… the thought sends a near-tangible dizzying rush of heat up 1x's translucent body.

Sweat beads down her forehead; fatigue tugs at her limbs. She's growing less coordinated, less calculating as she mindlessly bucks into Shedletsky's writhing form, growling and panting like a dog as the relentless heat coils ever-tighter in her core. She can feel Shed's walls clench and spasm around her like a velvety vice, she can feel it; he's reaching his crest, stepping up those creaky stairs to meet the blade that shines high above. If the growing volume of his noises are anything to go by. He tries to say something again– but 1x doesn't care to understand, too far gone in her own haze of pleasure.

“Gah, wuh- 1x, please, please, I, hah- ouuaaghhh–”

His warning trails off into a full-blown wail as the oh-so tense coil in his loins snaps. He arches his back, groaning. His unfocused eyes, glassy with tears, roll up; he’s the spitting image of the word “debauchery” right now. He's seized by the scorching pleasure that wracks his trembling body, looks like. He can't string together a coherent sentence, brain fried; amidst his pleasured yammering, his voice cracks as 1x continues to pound him through his orgasm. 

Heights, he looks absolutely adorable like this, but evidently 1x’s got her head up in the clouds as she's desperately seeking her own release. Ignoring Shed’s desperate babbling beneath her, her grip on his legs tight enough to bruise as she chases after that crest of being, just a fingertip out of reach–

1x’s peak crashes into her like a brick wall; she throws her head back, growling as the pressure in her gut empties itself. Scorching hot ropes of cum paint themselves in Shed's stomach; he lets out a pained whimper at the heat, the sensation of being filled, claimed so entirely. He's entirely fucked out of his mind, all because of 1x– Heights–

1x's chest is heaving, the pounding in her head slowly subsiding as she gets a good look at the absolute work of art beneath her; the former admin soft and obedient within her grasp, legs spread wide open for all to enjoy like a common dog, her own spend leaking out of his used, winking hole. It's almost surreal, the way that a man with such power could be brought down to his rightful place through her hand alone.

She leans down to admire the view of their coupling for several more seconds; then she pulls out slowly, relaxing the grip on his legs. They fall to the floor with a soft thud, plush thighs rippling against the contact. 1x's eye flicks to his sore, spent pussy; Heights, she put so much cum in him that it's leaking out of his hole. Mesmerized briefly, she watches the trail make its way down his soft ass. It's oddly re-arousing. Fishing her tentacle up, she lets it slither back between her own legs; it disappears up her own slick folds. She shudders, then straightens up.

“Absolutely pathetic,” she says, somewhat breathlessly, to a fucked-out Shedletsky on the floor that probably isn't registering the words. “Befitting for a worm of your stature. But you have amused me; I'll keep my end of the deal. You get to crawl back to your little… friends.” Dusting herself off, 1x's nose wrinkles in disgust; she takes one last look at Shed's wrecked form as she stalks off into the suffocating night. The last clocktick rings out over the arena, leaving Shedletsky half-unconscious and in desperate need of a cleaning alone on the cold stone floor.

In a whoosh, he's back at the cabin, spent ass sore against the wooden chair. He spots poor Matt making his way over. In his exhausted haze, he can make out about a thousand different expressions on the pumpkin's face; he's too fucked out to care.

Rough day for him, huh. At least his headache’s let off.