The fact that this is the mirror of David sharing with him is the only thing that keeps him from protesting. He honestly feels out of arguments as to why none of that applies to him, why he doesn't get to have emotions, why it always ends in more pain. Which is so good for him. His heart aches at what David is offering, but it may as well be on the other side of a glass pane.

"I don't know how," he admits, but he's settled firmly in David's lap, still clinging to him.