Wh- no, it's- it doesn't bother me. I mean- yeah, it's weird. But since we already established that you're weird, it's kind of par for the course, right?

[He feels suddenly nervous himself; his uncertainties naturally shift into sarcasm, but sometimes it's hard to balance that with sincerity to avoid hurting the people he cares about. His brows furrow, struggling for the words to verbalize the chaos of what-what-what going on in his head right now, and finally he just gives up and yanks Teddy in for an anxiously passionate kiss.

Like hell he's going to discourage Teddy getting creative with his powers in the bedroom. And all this flustering is killing his arousal, and that's the one thing he wants least in the whole world right now.]