[ They seem to have only just found their rhythm when Hizamaru pries himself out of Dimitri's grip. He stares, wide-eyed as the other man moves to place himself between Dimitri's legs. ]

N-No, please stand– it's quite alright.

[ That face he makes, the way his voice is both so pleading and shy at once– it exacerbates his guilt and want in equal parts. ]

Not with the others... and it's pointless with someone like me. I can't– I never..