[Against Hector's urges to quicken, Everett keeps his touch feather light, hoping to slow Hector right back down from his fervor. Slow, steady, savoring... how long could they just enjoy one another, if they took their time with it? Everett wants to know.]

I don't believe... That I could ever belong to a, anybody. [He admits, tender in his tone, thoughtful, because the truth is in that emphasis]

But I've found some... I belong with. And I want... to be with you, Hector. I want that more, more desperately than even the moon can make me.