[He relaxes a little at the touch, because of course he does-- and lets out a small sigh-- looking at him again, quiet for a moment, feeling no small amount of longing even as he squashes it back down again. Idiot. You got carried away again.]
You don't have to apologize. [He shifts up a little bit, so that they can both sit up.] I'm the one who got in your boat, after all.
[You're trying to get your wolf and he's the one fucking around like an idiot...]