“Moth, you don’t have to—” “No.” He released my hand and shoved his white hair back from his flushed face. “It’s not fair to make you touch me when I’m not… normal, if you haven’t even… seen.” Before I could protest that, he cringed slightly and added in a flat voice, “And I’d rather know if you’re not into it before we—Before anything else.” “Moth, I’ve already told you,” I began hoarsely, “I want you, exactly as you are. You don’t need to do anything you’re not comfortable with. You don’t need to worry about—”
