[The press of their foreheads together makes every word passed between them all the more intimate, drawing a fuller flush to his cheeks. He's really not prepared for hearing Sylvain say that he cares about him too much to risk it, in such plain language, the blow not softened by over the top flirting or a teasing jibe.

It takes him a moment to regroup from that, so it's a good thing Sylvain's tucked against his neck, giving them both a break from the intense eye-contact. Strong arms wrap around him, warm hands soothing against his back. He takes a steadying breath, fighting through the effect of the sting. The touch helps.] I'm not gonna do that-- you give yourself way too much shit already. [He presses a kiss to Sylvain's temple, fingers sliding up to tangle in his hair while his palm stays settled at Sylvain's nape.] I'm not going to say this thing on my chest isn't having an effect-- obviously it is-- but it's not making me want anything I wouldn't otherwise. It's just-- like an itch I can't scratch on my own. [His voice gets quieter as he carves off a tiny piece of vulnerability for Sylvain in return.] So I need your help.