[He almost, almost regrets asking. Taako feels strung tighter than a bow string, all edges and no curves, no give, and as much as it's what Kravitz expected, it's still scary, too. But that is nothing compared to the way he imagines Taako is feeling. Taako, who hides his tells so well. Who feels like he's coming apart in Kravitz's arms. That part is unexpected, and an awful lot, and enough to convince Kravitz that even if bit by painful bit, this needs to happen.

It's easy to imagine Taako keeping this quick beating heart under lock and key near constantly. He doesn't want that.

Kravitz runs one hand in careful circles against the small of his back; presses a kiss to the top of his head. Careful because he feels how big this seemingly vague comment is. How close he is. How this matters.]

... I see. [Kravitz wonders if maybe it's someone he would prefer was safe at home. Or- he bristles, just a little- someone he could do without seeing at all?] Taako... I want you to know I'm willing to listen anytime. You can talk to me about this, and I won't-

[His heart doesn't need to beat, but it's hurting like it wants to, like it needs to, and who is Kravitz to argue?]

I-I love you, Taako, and I have no intention of allowing you to shoulder anything on your own.