He wants another kiss, and allows himself the small indulgence of one, the kind that just glosses their lipplats over each other.

"Wing." Right. He can do this. He inhales. Exhales. Inhales again, bringing his hands up to cup Wing's face. His hands tremble as he exhales again. This. Is. Important.

"I just want you to know. It's not a burden or anything, I hope. I mean, I don't want to make you feel tied to me or something if you don't want to." All right. Another breath. And his optics are begging Wing not to reject him.