That sigh. That touch. He can't remember the last time he felt something like that. He can't remember what it feels like to be close to anyone. Oh, but he can fake it. He can play the unsuspecting friend long enough to get a knife into a back, and he can play the role of his hold self... but he doesn't think he can fake being this close to Anna. He doesn't want to fake it. So when he leans forward and nuzzles against her neck, he's not faking.

"Nothin' good. Somethin' you should stay away from. Not... M'not myself." But he doesn't want her to go. He's selfish. She's his.

His grip tightens, but not enough to hurt her. Look, he's being careful. He murmurs against her neck, "Whatever Jet is... M'the opposite."