His eyes narrow, and one hand lifts to cup the edge of Taylor's jaw, holding him firmly in place. "Then stop preemptively punishing yourself."

None of this slinking around, banishing himself to the couch, imagining the worst scenarios. None of it. He's having absolutely none of it, even if he knows why Taylor might have anticipated that reaction. The corner of his eye twitches slightly in vague annoyance as he shakes his head.

"You want him. And the only thing stopping you from resolving this is your fear of my disapproval."