[ . . . ? yves tilts his head, a little worried now. anguish? that's not what he intended at all. he'll reach out - but this time he'll leave his hand out, palm up between them. ]

... I'm not taking it back. I'm still happy to hold onto you, if you're okay with it.

I just... want to be sure you're okay with it. I don't want to give you anything that you dislike.