Patsy, once again alone in his sprawling, echoing apartment, feels the familiar pang of solitude. His eyes drift to the mirror, reflecting his toned, naked body. He's been here before, countless times, but tonight, he's eager to give in to his carnal desires. He sprawls on the bed, his hand trailing down his chest, pausing at his hardening cock. He strokes it languidly, his eyes closed, imagining the touch of another. His breathing deepens, his strokes becoming more urgent as he chases his release, his lonely room filled with the sounds of his pleasure.