"I want to love you the way you deserve to be, and want to be, loved. You deserve everything, but what you want..." he shrugged slightly, face tilting into the touches, easily guided like a dog eager to be scratched in just the right spot.

"...I can't know your thoughts, but I have an idea. And I mean...It isn't that I don't want the same things. Only that those things seem so distant from me for reasons I don't understand, and can't articulate. The unease I feel is. Hm. Quite nauseating, almost? Some things I don't mind so much, they just...don't seem appropriate, given the circumstances," the Guardian coughed softly, and Aoba could almost certainly feel the heat radiating from his face.

"I find you very beautiful, and desirable. I just need you to understand that my hesitation has nothing to do with a lack of attraction. If anything...I'm far too attracted, really."