He's nineteen, and touchy in the way of most nineteen year olds, with the added insecurities of trying to navigate a 'deviant' sexuality in a world that would make his life a living hell if it were publicly known. And he simply doesn't have the experience or self-confidence yet to deal gracefully with this kind of situation. He tries, but it's one more ball than he can successfully keep in the air at this point in his life.

So he presses in to Jedao and aims for distraction, takes some solace in the fact the other man reacts positively to the touch, and... waits for his answer. The caveat makes him absolutely certain of what Jedao's going to watch, and he makes himself take slow, steady breaths to try and keep his tension at the thought from becoming obvious. He can do this. He wants to do this. Some day. Just... not right on the heels of failure. Not as compensation for fucking up.

He's so focused on what he's sure Jedao's request is going to be that he almost doesn't process what it actually is, and when he does his breath catches for a moment and then he laughs. Actually laughs. Relief bursting out of him in a deep, startled rumble. "Yeah, I, uh, I did," he admits, smiling a little sheepishly. "I... um, I did say I'd need a break first, though... right?" He's sure he did. He can't possibly have implied he'd be able to get it up again immediately... can he? Oh christ, he hopes he hadn't.