He tensed slightly, Desire easily able to feel it in his shoulders, bright eyes blinking before looking away. Color rose to his cheeks and he reached up, carefully moving legs down and depositing them on the bed. He didn't think he liked that assessment very much, and suddenly felt extremely guilty. Should he not have done as he did? Was giving something without wanting anything in return not acceptable? Was he not allowed to provide while he worked through his anxieties?

"Excuse me," he murmured, moving to get up from the bed with the intention of rinsing his mouth and getting a warm, wet rag to clean Aoba with.