"...Yes. Because you are afraid you are going to lose it, or not be worthy of it." One corner of his mouth twisted. "Or you are deluding yourself, which was a problem of mine." He hummed as Cole pressed his head back into Dorian's fingers, and he kept kneading the shampoo in deeper.

He nods his head slowly at that. "Yes, that is very true. I don't want life to break you ... and I know you're not a delicate flower, hardly one at all." He scritched his fingers in deep into the suds. "It falls into the whole - I care now, and I will lose him, fear."