[ He doesn't understand at first why Sylvain seems to be crumpling on himself -- something he's done so rarely. ]

No [ He says, too quick and too sharp at Sylvain's offer to request another. He catches the other's gaze, still trying to figure out--

Oh.

He's bungled this.

He steps closer, putting his own hand firmly at the small of Sylvain's Back and pulling him into kiss before he can make any other assumptions. ]

I was worried this was about you asking for space, but that was foolish when you were excited to show me. I'm sorry. Of course I want you next door.