That familiar pang of guilt hit Cole as Zahra once again expressed such gratitude towards him. He truly didn't deserve it, not when he was the cause of so many of her fears and problems. She had to leave the desert behind because of him. It was his fault she was in these scary new places and alone without her people.
"Sweetling." Her probing question was like a punch in the gut. How could she ask him that? The nickname he had given to her, that horrible first night, had fallen from his lips a tortured sound. He knew how he acted in the waking world sometimes, knew the things he said to her. Zahra probably thought some of them cold, certainly frustrating as much as she argued against his constant desire to put himself down, but he thought keeping his distance was in her best interest!
"I already want to be with you and it hurts me. The man I am, the things I've done...Why do you want me to stay?" Cole's free hand clutched at his chest as he closed his eyes, expression wracked with pain. "If I didn't want to be with you I would stop making excuses to stay. I would do the right thing and find someone better to keep you safe, but I'm selfish and I stay."
Cole let her nestle against his side, lay her head on his chest, hold his hand...all things he shouldn't let her do, but he wanted that soft, sweet affection. The drow had been deprived of it all his life and he craved her kind, gentle acceptance.