Some people would laugh. A guy like me, trying not to be rough, I mean.

[He strokes his hand through Adrian's hair, again and again. He still hates the thought of what was done to him, still wants to lash out at something for it. But never Adrian, not his precious, yearning Adrian.]

C'mere. Come lie down with me.

[He pauses, then flushes slightly as he breathes a ragged laugh.]

Sorry, it's just — if you keep sitting on me, I might go crazy.