[Perhaps it shouldn't, but there's a comfort to know it isn't only him, that Cy feels the same even though he may have had more practice mastering the worst of it. And there is also a deeper, primal satisfaction — out of place, maybe, in this conversation that is approaching a healthy compromise — to have Cy's admission. It is one he will hold protectively close to his chest.]

I don't know that I can choose specifics. [It's so black and white to him. The whole act, or nothing.] I'll consider it.

There's no one who comes to mind yet that I wouldn't want you to engage. [Hm.] There is one other man here who I've kissed. It was before you and I met — Rokurou Rangetsu. I was also under the influence of something I consumed from the environment.

[Comparing what he feels for Cy, it's easier to put into perspective. It's more emotional.]

... You said it before, the acts of kindness and giving time. I don't want to share those things with anyone else. Or... the space we have together when we're alone. Our rooms. Is that possible?