Tilting her head, Lux chuckled, shaking her head at Troy. "That's not what I meant, you have nothing to worry about, honestly." She shrugged. Lux actually felt physically warm at Troy's words. She didn't know what to say, but her smile might have been able to tell him everything. "I seriously don't deserve you." She shook her head again.
Taking the hand he had on her face on both of hers, Lux kissed Troy's fingers softly. "Your pain won't help ease mine, although a guy with scars is always exponentially sexier." She shook her head again, placing a digit over his lips. "You did not rush anything, it takes two, you know. And you can get carried away like that any time. Like I said, it's just because...it would be the first time since then." And then it occurred to her that she really couldn't have asked for a better person than someone who seemed to liken her to a poet's muse, one of those who was always perfect and radiant and unattainable but probably had been about as normal and flawed as anybody else. Lux looked at Troy as the thought crossed her mind and she considered what to do next. Drawing a breath, she straightened up. "Okay. Here goes nothing." Crossing her arms over herself, Lux took the hem of her top between her fingers and pulled up, fast as if she was ripping off a band-aid. She threw the top over the couch and dropped her arms to her side, biting her lip expectantly.