I don’t want you scared of this. Of me. That’s the last thing I want, Hilda.

[ There’s a soft note of regret in his own tone as he brushes a kiss against the tip of her nose. Leaning forward, he rests his forehead against her own again, even as one hand comes up to cup over hers, cradling it against his chest. He breathes out a quiet, uneasy sigh. ]

I don’t know how to do this. To do something more than just casual sex where there’s safety in it not meaning anything. I don’t want to hurt you when I fuck it up.