[ Feeling safe and wanted, he slides his hands to cup Chris's cheeks and gently runs the pads of his thumbs under his eyes. Loki wants to be an anchor, a harbour. It's rare such a selfless humour takes him, Chris is definitely an exception. ]

Tell me what you need, what you want. What you want to do and want me to be ... it's okay.

[ It's more options to offer, that's all. ]

And don't give me a romantically shallow answer like "you're good enough as you are", because I know that.