That's not the reaction he was expecting, and confusion knits his brow. He sets the food down and perches on the coffee table across from David, taking both his hands. And definitely still thinking about how he'd like to just climb back into that lap.

"David, I love that you came to me today. That you let me in. I love having you here. And in my arms. And in my mouth." Yeah he's not completely cooled down. And flirting is easier than sincerity.

He's struggling to put the rest into words, especially without tumbling down some monologue of how badly his last several years of relationships had gone. "The way you trust me and value me -- it's a lot. It means a lot."