The desire in his eyes abates, and it seems like he can clearly see again. He blinks and jumps away from me. I frown. What is that? I grab my dress and wear it. Seeing my struggle with the buttons, he crawls towards me and helps me with it.
"I'm sorry," he whispers. "I didn't know what came over me."
'You desired me. Really desired me for once,' I'd like to say. Instead, I say, "Thank you," when he is done with the buttons on my dress.
"What do you want to know?" he asks.
"About your experience in the previous wars."
He scrunches his face and looks at me. Then he raises his knees and hugs them to his chest. He looks… vulnerable.
"You are upending and confusing my emotions again," he comments.
