[He slides off her, sated - (and god he hates that word.) but it's the only one he can think of as he adjusts his arm to hold her against him. In the remains of this moment, these bonds, he feels a little more...human. When he speaks he sounds almost normal.]

...I wanted that but I wanted it to be special.

Dinner. Maybe a little theater. I would have even allowed you to put on some kind of a movie but nothing like...that.

[The closest thing I've ever had to that is Coralee. He pulls her close in a cuddle despite how wrong it feels. He has mastery over his emotions damn it.]

I'm such a fuck up. My father was right.