His mind erupts in excuses and very detailed scenarios of how all of this could go wrong, but he does his best to take deep breaths and focus on her voice. The suggestion to just use hands finally gives him something concrete to focus on. Yes. He can do that. He can feel alright doing that to her, but he isn't sure how it will work with her skirt and --

She touches his face, and his eyes finally focus on her, her voice soothing but firm. It's like a tether pulling him back from wherever his mind has retreated to. He nods once before folding his forehead down to hers.

"Give me something else to call you," he pleads. "When this starts I don't want to -- there are rules, and I don't want to bring what we have into this." Or think about this the next time they are able to be together.