The touch was what he had longed for, but the words were the reassurance he had wanted to hear. He had wanted the touch, to be held, to hold someone, more than he had wanted the sex. Well, he had kind of wanted the sex, but kind of not at all. But how on earth could he communicate that? And even if he would, it would make him look like a fool.

"I'm sorry... I can't..." He already looked like a fool. Perhaps that just couldn't be prevented at this point. "You erm... can stay if ye like... Erm... I don't know if ye normally charge, but I can recompense your time." Because throwing insulting assumptions at Anthony would definitely make the situation better. He pulled his hand back.