[The nudge jostles a bit of the tension out of them. Shoulders sagging, they glance up at Isabeau briefly before their gaze skitters away.]

I wouldn't really say I'm worried, or uncomfortable, or anything like that.

[It's true. For all their awkwardness and unease, discomfort isn't really part of the issue. They trust Isabeau completely. They know he'll do absolutely anything to make them comfortable.]

I just...don't want to take anything for granted, I guess? I don't wanna make any assumptions about what you'll be okay with.

[And they're kind of in a weird spot right now, teetering on an edge and not entirely sure which side they'll come down on. Like...are they a thing now? Is that just a given now, or something that will require more excruciatingly vulnerable talks? Siffrin did say they needed time to figure things out, so are things still 100% platonic until they make a decision?

The uncertainty isn't really about the sleeping situation specifically. It just highlights the ambiguity of their situation. Are things different now, or has nothing changed? Would it potentially hurt Isabeau to act like everything's the same as it's always been between them, or would it be worse to not act like normal?

Absently, he presses a nail against his lip, and only his gloves keep him from biting at it.]

I want you to be comfortable, too. And I'd get it if you feel differently about stuff like that now. If things are weird now or...y'know, whatever...

[They trail off and eventually cap the hanging statement with a shrug. He doesn't really know if he's communicating any of this well.]