[His eyebrows raise, and he looks at William. Why does this feel like... torment? Not intentional, but... Why does it feel like he's being pushed away? He loved William first, will always love him best.

That's what he tells himself.

He considers their connection carefully, trying to feel out if there's a distance growing, if William is closing his heart off. He can't be sure, and that terrifies him.

Please don't.]

Dear William, I love you better than I have ever loved anyone. This... it doesn't change anything. [A small, nervous, incredulous sound.] I'm still yours, even if you say that. I'm still yours.

[His head tips into the touch, then he turns to press his lips to William's fingers.]

What look?