( That touch was soothing, something real against the apparently foolish worries in his head. Sinbad wasn't refusing him; if anything, the other man seemed happy about it. It was more calming than he knew.

Ja'far snorts. ) Rightfully confused. I certainly shocked him. But he... didn't seem against it. I think... ( He frowns. It seemed almost too personal to fully reveal what Aspen said, how much the other man seemed confused by the idea of love, of someone loving him. ) I don't know what I think. But, regardless, I... I love him. It's different from loving you, but I love him.