Chris blinked, startled. "What? Sky—are you crazy?" He sounded genuinely shocked, which only fueled Sky's frantic fear.
Sky's grip tightened. He couldn't let go. Not now.
Maybe not ever.
Chris turned fully now, his free hand cupping Sky's cheek gently, his thumb brushing away the dampness Sky hadn't realized was there. "No. God, no. I just thought… maybe you'd want that. I've been thinking. About everything. About how you've had to deal with all this mess because of me. I saw how much it's weighing on you. And—Wilson said—"
"Wilson?" Sky echoed, confused and almost offended. Wilson, the ever-sensible one, had put these ideas in Chris's head? It made his spiraling worse.
Chris gave a sheepish smile. "He said I should stop expecting you to fit into my world just because I want you in it. That maybe we need to… slow down."
Sky's eyes searched his face, his heart still thrumming with fear. "And do you want to slow down?"
