[ Normally much jumpier, he permits the touch limply and looks up to Harvestman as if pleading with him, words coming out faster than usual. ]

I know this. I understand, it is his way, he wishes for me to give this freedom, to allow him to destruct. Is this why I am his, because I do not push.

I wish to. Often. If it would help. I would give everything, to help. He is worth all of this and more.