I didn't want to ask anything from you. From anyone, really.

[ Which was-- a stupid idea, obviously, he's aware of that. It's just hard, making himself vulnerable, even after a full year of knowing Tate. He's paying for it now, but... it could get even worse if he leaves it. ]

It's just-- you know. [ He shrugs, poking around in his food, all that sweet and sour suddenly feeling a little more like grey, tasteless paper. ] Sex. Restraints. You know how it is. We don't have to deal with it right now - just needed you to know what was on the table.