Hold still, then. I'm going to turn around, I don't want to hit you with my wings or something.

[He closes his eyes for a moment, sucks a breath. There's probably a wisp of smoke when he lets it back out again, but he doesn't notice it as he carefully draws in his wings and turns around until he's facing Rohan.

Before he can think better of it, he doesn't stop with just that. He brings his hand up, wavering only slightly with indecision before reaching to cup Rohan's cheek and jaw against his palm.]

And that's not what I said. I said it's not a rejection. I just don't know if it's fair to call what it is...accepting. Not yet.

I don't know if I have any right being given someone's feelings to safeguard. Does that make...more sense? I don't know if I'm...I don't know if I should be...

You make me happy. But sometimes it's like I'm still struggling to remember how to even be happy. If I can't give you better than that...

[...]

Look, I'm not...I'm not good at this, I...I don't know if I can make you happy. I don't know if what I have in me to give is enough. I've been thinking about it ever since and I can never figure out if it's enough...