[Going to need to be more specific. Faolan swears under his breath. He feels ridiculous asking these things, is Laurent doing this on purpose? To drag it all out in the open like this?

If needs must, he supposes, as he drags a hand through his hair and over his face again. Rubbing at his eyes before he speaks up again.]

Am I allowed to kiss you? When I want? Am I allowed to touch you? When I so desire? Is there any chance that you will ever --

[He swallows thickly. God, this sounds desperate.] I'm not asking for a label. I'm just asking... For something.