[ Easier to talk about, to craft out of hypothesis and hope, than to put into practice. He's no different, even if he's always just done what he's needed to in a bid to see a situation through. It's not always perfect.

Gaze cutting over, there's a wider and more pronounced sheen of red, quickly subdued by the cant of his head downwards again. He doesn't want to be dishonest, but he doesn't want to bring more attention to the confession than what's due. He swallows that information down, tucks it close to the hollow of his heart. At his shoulder, the subtle weight of her presence seems more pronounced despite the way his thoughts suspend, weightless between his ears. ]

Yeah. [ A tightness wound about the truth of it like a tether, even though his hand is still prone in hers. ] I can't say I've had a lot of good experiences, mind you. But I'm not completely in the dark.

[ He shifts his shoulders against the headboard. ]

Can I make a selfish request this time?