Before Sorin could say anything, Anthony was kissing him again. Nothing much was different about it, except the fact that the other boy had taken the initiative...taken control. Too much was out of Sorin's hands and even though he didn't really know what he was doing and probably would regret this in the morning, when he woke up from whatever dream he was having, he took Anthony's face between his palms. He opened his mouth and the innocence was suddenly gone, only to be replaced by a hint of fierceness, a hint of danger. A million things ran through his head over the space of a minute, but at last, he broke away again, his eyes dark and unfathomable.
"That is good, that you do not want to know," he breathed. "Because I could not tell you. I would not tell you. I don't - I am not..." he trailed off. If he continued, he would screw this up. While part of him wanted to, the majority of him was just...scared.