[He mock-fights against that hand in his hair, but not enough to free himself — and certainly all struggle stalls as soon as he's wrapped up deeper into the embrace, head tucked neatly under a chin. It's a position he has come to crave, enjoying the shelter of warmth and the vibration of Cy's voice in his throat close to an ear.

It feels safe.]

You make me want to try.

[They're still on the subject of teaching, but his heart has gone further than that — all of Cy's positive influence, all of the desire to be with him, compounded in the want for family. Children terrify him, but less when he's held in these arms.]

Adults might be easier, but I'm also not the best with people. I tend to be too blunt. In the past, I never cared if I offended someone for speaking my mind. [was he wrong tho] You're good with them. Other people. You've had a lot of practice, I imagine.