I want you. I want you so fucking much. I just wanna be ok with that and not drag you through my shit.

[He says quietly, closing his eyes, leaning into the way her hand feels through his hair. It's good, it's so good. This is what he wants. He just needs to let himself be alright with it.

At first he hesitates at her question, but then he nods.]

Yes. Only if that's what you want. I only ever want what you wanna do.