He fell quiet as he began to think better on the first question. It didn't need saying and it gave the wrong impression by him asking. He felt a twinge of guilt and for a moment he considered reaching out to lift Fletcher's chin, to force him to look at him. He did not though. He fiddled with drawstring of his pajama pants instead, trying to find words. "I was convinced I had fooled you into believing I felt nothing...nothing for you...for our moment...and I was so distraught by that belief," he said aloud, his finger tips applying pressure to one another with the string in between. "It took all of me not to cry in front of you the other day when I was convinced you thought I didn't feel anything for you."
There. It was said. If Fletcher doubted his feelings, then he certainly wasn't listening. He lifted his head, looking at the man. "Our sisters have opinions on our matters?" He asked, with a light smile. It did not surprise him. He wondered what Felixa had spoken, Pansy as well.
Admitting how he felt was one thing, but acting upon it was an entirely different matter. He was so used to suppressing it that the idea of being able to embrace all his longings intimidated him. "I would do anything for you," he spoke simply, as it was true. He felt as if he had proved this time and time again. After all, it was Fletcher for whom he had been fighting to keep. Didn't that prove it?