How can one begin to care if you're always squirming away?

[He squeezes Hans' hand, another small encouragement of honesty (in his case), and then leans forward with a laugh. He presses another kiss to his cheek. Don't tempt him, he's holding back because Hans' lost arm is really depressing, honestly.]

Nothing more than go on as yourself, my Prince. Next time, don't wait so long to reach for me.