He trembles at the kiss, but doesn't let himself turn his head to try and catch Jedao's lips. Doesn't let himself turn it into more when he has no idea if Jedao could bear it, or even want it. So he tips his head again, just enough to press his lips to Jedao's palm, slides the hand on his back up to curve gently around the back of his head instead. To urge him gently back down so their foreheads press together again.

He doesn't try to keep his eyes focused on Jedao this close, just lets him be a warm, comforting blur above him as he tries to find the right words. "I think," he whispers, shifting into Mando'a because it feels... safer. More private, just between them. "I think that I'm... afraid I'll hurt you. Too much. That. That I'll be too... hard? That I'm just... that I'm being... that it's just. Selfish? Pushing you. When you could have something. Something easy. And good." He sucks in a couple gasping breaths, eyes still unfocused but fixed on Jedao's face inches away. "I don't... want you to hurt. To make me happy."