[He doesn't take his eyes off Max for a moment, not as he's led back to the bedroom or as he settles onto their bed. Not while he explains. Jamie listens carefully, taking it all in, his expression open and thoughtful as he does. For all that Max feels like he needs to insist, Jamie wonders if maybe he should reconsider, if he should at least be nervous -- but there's still no hesitance. Max wouldn't do something to hurt him. And the idea of being wrapped up together so thoroughly, bound together like that--
It only takes him a moment of consideration to answer, and even that's only because it feels like it should.]
I'm sure. I promise.
[There's so much trust in the way he's looking at Max. Jamie runs a hand down his arm, his side, trying to soothe away any concern that might be there.]
Being connected to you -- I don't think I've ever wanted anything more than that.
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It only takes him a moment of consideration to answer, and even that's only because it feels like it should.]
I'm sure. I promise.
[There's so much trust in the way he's looking at Max. Jamie runs a hand down his arm, his side, trying to soothe away any concern that might be there.]
Being connected to you -- I don't think I've ever wanted anything more than that.