"There are supposed to be kids! And wrinkles, and grey hair, and weird old people sex!" Zach exclaimed, his voice too quiet to shout, though his tone was similar. His hands were digging in tightly into Colin's hips, too tightly, but Zach's arms were tense. They pulled Colin in closer, though honestly Zach was simply trying to regain control over them.
His eyes closed, and Zach pretended his face was dry. And Zach tried to relax something a little bit. But it failed, for the moment, so he opened his eyes to look at Colin, even closer than before. "I can't, if you, ... don't die. Please don't die." It didn't make sense. Zach knew that, but he didn't care, and he couldn't help himself.