[ He hums, a soft, low thing. ]

Were we merely friends, I would never resent that.

[ G'raha presses their lips together again, certainty in the motion and parting of his lips all so he can steal their breath before pulling back a few centimeters to continue. ]

In fact, I would have resented that you kept your feelings to yourself out of fear. 'Twould mean I had given you the wrong impression of me.