[It's hard to remain in the gnarl of his own emotions for long. Speaking with Cy has an anesthetic effect on him — as if the act of their communication gently, carefully drains the injury of its pain.]

I felt a little like that when we were taking a shower. I wanted you to be... unwilling to share me with someone else.

[Using the anchor of their joined hands, he pushes himself in closer, so that his thigh brushes up against Cy's folded legs.]

What do you suggest?