He moved at the tug, so asking him to sit was hardly necessary. He was a well-trained creature on a well-made yoke. Anxiety aside, he wasn't going to stop loving or love any less; he just didn't know how to arrange things in his head any better then than weeks before.

"It isn't just about me. I scared you. You're upset. I don't care about my feelings on anything...I'll just do something different or nothing at all for myself...but I can't take back upsetting you like that," Declan mourned quietly, weight settling on the bed, eyes notably avoiding the nudity he had so recently lauded. Permission hadn't been extended.