He twitches a little at the touch to his mouth, hands balling momentarily into fists. He breathes.

"I can. Imagine. I don't want to either."

He half-hides his face in Fives' hair. "There's things about - being with you. That scare the hell out of me. Not just sex. I'm not - I haven't done this, very much. Loved people. It hasn't...gone well for me. Historically. But being without you scares me so much more. I need you. And I know that's - a lot. And I know I can't promise not to fuck it all up. But I promise, you aren't going to lose me for being difficult. For pushing. Kidneyfucking scorpions, I push you all the time! I'm so scared of. Being bad for you. I need to know you'll push back."

A breath, a cough, an echo. "Not, uh, just sex." Although that's. Good. Helpful.