"I can't really help it. My father wasn't the nicest man, and I'm realising that a lot of my issues stem from that. And guilt..." He said, finally looking up at her. Seiya couldn't help what he said about himself sometimes, and sure saying 'am I not good enough' to himself always filled him with strange sensations and feelings of deja vu.
He softened his expression, feeling a little sense of relief to have gotten that off his chest. Hearing her say that basically she wouldn't be with him if she didn't feel anything. It was nice knowing there was something there at least.
Seiya leaned over and aimed for her cheek. Sure at any time she could turn to hit lips, but for now he'd go for just a little kiss on the lip, running a hand through his hair. She wanted him to stop second guessing his motivation, he'd start with his desire to be more hands on. He loved showing affection by way of touch.