Yu let his lashes flutter, gathering air into his lungs as if every word was a weight he had to measure before speaking. His cheek pressed into Adrian's chest, and he spoke quietly—softer than the hum of the city outside, but deliberate.
"…I'm a very needy person."
Yu began, his tone almost businesslike, though tremors of vulnerability broke through.
"I hate violence, Adrian. That gun of yours—it scares me. If you ever want to…be close to me, then it has to go. I don't want it near me. Or near them."
His hand drifted to his belly, tender and instinctive.
He shifted a little, curling closer as if testing how much warmth Adrian could hold.
"I hate being neglected. I like being thanked, being noticed. I need to be acknowledged for the things I do, the little things no one sees. And I need attention. A lot of it."
His lips curved into the faintest, fragile smile.
"Especially now…with the babies."
