[His mind is screaming: Say something. The kiss eases some of that anxiety, a reassurance set against his mouth in the brief gravity of physical affection.]
Do you still want me to? [A swallow; an attempt to amend the surge of vulnerability.] I can't tell what you're thinking.
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Do you still want me to? [A swallow; an attempt to amend the surge of vulnerability.] I can't tell what you're thinking.