Why would she help me, though? She has no reason to help me, or do anything involving me. And- and I think even if you asked or told her to or whatever, I don't want that either, because then it's like she's forced to do it. I don't even know if that's how she works, but what's the point in forcing her to do it? [ He stares at her for a moment, a sudden worry coming to mind. ] What if it's my fault you didn't find Dylan, or a lead about him? What if I distracted you?

[ He searches her eyes then, trying to find something to reassure him that he hasn't ruined her plans and further endangered her brother. He doesn't see blame or anger there, but he still can't help but worry.

That is, until she makes a sound similar to his own and he feels her press herself more into him, as her hands work their way beneath his layers. She relaxes against him, and although he momentarily relaxes as well, he feels something urging him forward, urging him to take control and lead them both to... to what? To going all the way? Is it too soon for that?

He rocks his hips against her again, adding a little experimental pressure and an equally experimental grind. He doesn't want to come on too strong or too forcefully, but he can't pretend that he doesn't feel desire for her, a desire that's growing by the minute. ]