[ Now he finally flops down onto the couch beside her, twisting his hands before he makes himself stop, clenching them. ]

There's nothing really to be jealous of, [ he admits. ] I'm... not sure. I know I get jealous about Miles, but I've never felt the same level of, of claim, I don't know what other word to use, on Kitty. If she were doing it casually without considering me, I would, but she wouldn't.

Fear of losing her-- [ He hesitates. ] Closer. Fear of... [ Slowly, ] Driving her off. More that.