[Sasuke simply... lets him take over in the process of that cleaning, though it warms him in a way he is not always able to vocalize, the act itself so tender and affectionate that it takes his breath. He has to swallow to clear away the unbidden rise of emotion.]

I trust you. It was also the context, that time. This is different — and I want you to act in a way that you enjoy as well.

[He rests his cheek on the pillow, just watching Cy through a curtain of dark lashes and strands of hair.]

Should I change my body back now?