[The other boy's apologies ache to hear, but Yamaguchi barely registers the sharp pang in his chest over the counter surge of devastating affection. He's filled with reassurance in his choice and even hope that Oikawa would even consider him after this. That Oikawa would know or suspect how much Yamaguchi wants to hear those words, even though Yamaguchi really does understand, he does; and his boyfriend definitely doesn't have to go out of his way to bother himself about it–]

N-No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry…I'm n-not mad or anything—it's all right. [He's still mumbling. Yamaguchi knows the mature thing to do now would be to pull away from Oikawa's soothing kisses, and the strokes of his tongue and grazes of teeth on skin. Prove he doesn't need this, that he won't be a drain on Oikawa's affections, but…he just needs another minute. Yamaguchi does angle his head a bit, so mouth is now centimeters from Oikawa's neck and breath ghosting his skin instead of pressed directly into his shoulder. It's enough for his voice to be heard more easily, though it's still a bit of a strain since his voice won't go above a murmur without cracking.] You're just being honest…that's why I asked, s-so you can tell me…

…just what it is you want…that I could even…