[When Haru attempts (and succeeds) in straddling him, Dylas almost falls right onto his back. The only thing that stops him is that he's able to reach out and grab Haru's shirt before he does, his hand forming a fist as he catches onto the collar.

His eyes say "what the hell." The intensity of the entirety conversation is so physical. Haru on his lap feels lighter in comparison to the way his stomach twists and the imaginary weight thrust on his shoulders.

Dylas knows he'd throw away his life for Haru in an instant. It's not even a question. But he doesn't want it to come to that, he wants to be with him. At first, he leans forward, thinking maybe Haru wants a kiss, but he's stopped by those powerful words. Trying to guess what Haru wants isn't what he should be doing, he needs to take himself seriously, too.

And the hand gripping onto Haru's shirt shakes, grip becoming tighter and then looser every few seconds.]

It doesn't matter what I am. What matters is who I'm with.

[Maybe it sounds like he's making light of a difficult decision. He lowers his gaze, taking a deep breath before meeting Haru's eyes again. He looks so angry.]

Shit, that isn't right. What matters is...what we want, dammit. And I want to come with you, even if it means...doing that.