[So, Siffrin is worried about his own personal comfort... and, maybe not so sure about how things will proceed from here? Their feelings are a bit at odds. Love is there, but theirs isn't as deep as his, and it sounds like that's causing some mental friction. It makes sense. Isabeau hasn't been too sure how to proceed either. They just had a talk about touch that cleared some things up, but where does that leave the two of them between Siffrin's passive "give me some time" and Siffrin's equally forward "maybe we should"?]

I mean, yeah, I'm gonna feel differently about everything we do. [He folds his arms across his chest, leaning a little closer just from the shift in positions.] See, this is a little bit of what I meant with the whole "sledgehammer to the friendship" thing.

[They can't just carry on with everything being exactly the same. It's impossible to go back to that. They can only try to rebuild it, and the pieces will never fit together quite like they used to.]

You're gonna lay down next to me tonight knowing that it'd mean the world to me if you cuddled up in my arms and fell asleep there.

[He's already told Siffrin the hardest part, in his mind. It's easier to let the rest of the details spill out. Almost so much of a relief that he can't help himself.]

And I'm gonna have to be okay with the level of touch you'd rather have, because forcing anything further than that would make me a really awful person?