He's quiet a moment, calculating what to say. It's not so that he can manipulate or withhold, but rather, that he wants to be precise. Threats roll off his tongue easily, these moments of honesty don't. "I never thought I would live with it," he finally admits in a low voice, his gaze dropping down to his hands. One is cradling the cat again, who is very satisfied with herself for getting her way. The other hand lightly drums on his desk. Before Kate, he never really had the chance to picture a life that might include a healthy sexual relationship. He's wanted it, but never given the chance to actually work through it in a way where it seemed possible.
He gives a small nod when Kate reassures him that it isn't something that bothers her. There's a look of appreciation on his face, because it is something that bothers him. He wants to do more, have more with her, and sometimes it does frustrate him that he can't do it all at once. It's easier for him to think about how far they still have to go than how far he's come. His jaw works. "I want to get better. For us." But it's nice to know he won't lose her over it. He slowly holds out a hand to her, the one that was tapping on the desk. Blowing out a breath he says, "I'm really tired."
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Date: 2025-03-31 11:29 am (UTC)He gives a small nod when Kate reassures him that it isn't something that bothers her. There's a look of appreciation on his face, because it is something that bothers him. He wants to do more, have more with her, and sometimes it does frustrate him that he can't do it all at once. It's easier for him to think about how far they still have to go than how far he's come. His jaw works. "I want to get better. For us." But it's nice to know he won't lose her over it. He slowly holds out a hand to her, the one that was tapping on the desk. Blowing out a breath he says, "I'm really tired."