[Seregil frowned, rubbing the same thumb Alec had kissed over the man's joint.]

You're no longer the prudish Dalnan boy I met in Asengai's dungeon. It's hard to remember, and I forget myself along with the banter.

[Reaching over, he brushed strands of hair from Alec's face. It was hard being desperately in love with a man who, sitting before you, was much older than he should be. It was an adjustment for both of them, and Seregil hated it. He hated that Alec had to school himself when he'd become such a vivacious and brilliant man, that Seregil would hurt that man more than comfort him.]

It isn't you talí; it's me. You have nothing to apologize for.