[Said no one, ever, is Cater's first impulse, despite the fact that Vil literally just said it.]

Hey.

[He reaches for Vil's hands, putting his own over them and slowly curling his fingers over those slender, far more soft ones.]

You don't have anything to be sorry for. I'm right here with you every step of this thing--we're figuring it all out together, right?

[Not so much the sex as intimacy in general, both of them so inexperienced in a myriad of ways.]

Seven know I nearly lost my mind a few minutes ago, and you haven't gone anywhere. So...my turn, now. Tell me what you're thinking?