“I would like that too,” he smiles. “….I…I am sorry, at times, if it seems that I do not want you. I do, it is just not—“ He makes a vaguely frustrated noise, trying to find his words. “It is not immediate, I think? I don’t know if I am explaining myself well. It is …present, but…muted. So sometimes, just lying with you is lovely. Other times, I would like more. Do you see?”