I want to be there to catch you, then, when you stumble. [It's probably a stupid metaphor, but the blue intensity of his optics make it at least sincere.]

[He sighs. ] Wing. I don't want to be jealous. But I want..I guess I'm weak. I need some...something. Some assurance that, I don't know. I'm.._special .

[He looks away, at the ceiling, the ground, anywhere other than Wing's face, feeling so petty and childish that it almost burns.]