He flinched at the hand on his shoulder. He couldn't help it. He flinched even harder at the touch to his hair, feeling weak, dizzy, sick to his core. His knuckles whitened round the stem of his glass as he raised it to his lips, forced himself to swallow some of the drink it contained.
Eventually, he looked back at Jack, and said shakily, "You shouldn't have to wait. It shouldn't be like that. We were partners, equals, friends - lovers - and I let all that go just because you - " make me feel sick to my back teeth - "feel wrong?"