Dorian gave a quiet sigh for the feel of her tugging gently as she played with the end of his braid, but let her have her quiet time. After all the serious discussions they'd had this afternoon and evening, he was beginning to be accustomed to her thinking requirements, and he thought it was a good thing that she took her time about this particular subject, close as it was to him. At least she hadn't said he was terrible, and that was why she never approached him.
"It's not that you haven't been clear enough," Dorian started slowly, slightly taken aback at the tender was she was speaking with him, and the way in which she was now initiating the little intimacies between them. You've been just about as clear as mud. "It's just that ... sometimes I don't ... feel loved." His shoulders gave a little awkward shrug, and carried on.
"I mean, I know you love me, right, and you said so just before, but ... it's the little things like... kisses and hugs and ... other stuff that I miss. I sometimes feel like you're not interested at all, and that I have to work to keep you interested - not that I mind that, but sometimes it would just be nice if I knew that my wife was you know ... into me.
"But you know what, maybe I'm just being silly? Who cares who starts things, right?" His lips twisted wryly, and he put a kiss of his own to her cheek, and trailed a number slowly down to her lips, before wrapping his arm over her, and pulling her closer. "Even if we just ... lay here, and you're with me, I'll be okay."