[That response comes immediately, before he can even think to bite his tongue--though he does stop himself a moment later, because it's almost embarrassing how fast he answered that. But...that's the thing. He knows he doesn't regret it. Even more than that...
He wanted it, he liked it...and he still wants it. He wants to try again. He wants to feel Stahn underneath him again, like that, groaning out his name--
He clears his throat awkwardly, because now his feelings are all mixed up and muddled and confused. He liked it. He wants more. But he was also anxious, and uncertain, and searching for some sort of assurance that he still hasn't necessarily gotten, even if Stahn's warm next to him and looks so concerned.
He doesn't know.
He's not sure what his emotions are doing, and he's never been all too competent at dealing with them in the first place--so he grimaces at himself, ducking his head again. Slowly, he shakes it.]
... I don't regret anything. Nothing that we have done, and nothing that has been said.
[Everything--from the night before to their very first proper meeting, Leon can't even begin to think of regretting. That much has to be said.]
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[That response comes immediately, before he can even think to bite his tongue--though he does stop himself a moment later, because it's almost embarrassing how fast he answered that. But...that's the thing. He knows he doesn't regret it. Even more than that...
He wanted it, he liked it...and he still wants it. He wants to try again. He wants to feel Stahn underneath him again, like that, groaning out his name--
He clears his throat awkwardly, because now his feelings are all mixed up and muddled and confused. He liked it. He wants more. But he was also anxious, and uncertain, and searching for some sort of assurance that he still hasn't necessarily gotten, even if Stahn's warm next to him and looks so concerned.
He doesn't know.
He's not sure what his emotions are doing, and he's never been all too competent at dealing with them in the first place--so he grimaces at himself, ducking his head again. Slowly, he shakes it.]
... I don't regret anything. Nothing that we have done, and nothing that has been said.
[Everything--from the night before to their very first proper meeting, Leon can't even begin to think of regretting. That much has to be said.]