There shouldn't be fault, something in his head screamed. Not for something that wonderful. Not even the sexual part of it, but the...them. Underneath it all and finding each other and holding on and how likely was that out of everyone in the world through time?

He leaned into Warren with something like relief that he wasn't shoving him away in disgust, arms tentatively slipping around him in return, but he couldn't stop the shivering.

It was all he could say, face buried in Warren's shoulder. "There shouldn't be fault. Not for something...I felt...I thought I felt...that you..." He needed to find coherent sentences. He pulled them together, words still very soft. "I've never felt like that from a kiss." From anything. "There shouldn't be fault for something like that."