Billy squeezed Rik's hand and nodded slowly. He couldn't help but worry since it was in his very nature from experiences he'd had in the past. Both him and his brother worried a lot about keeping partners and expecting too much of situations. Billy though, he was more worried about losing someone.

"I don't mean to worry it's just---every partner I've ever had has walked out on me. Social pressures and shit like that. I know you won't, it's just---I sometimes can't help worrying."

The Brit gently pressed a kiss to Rik's cheek, careful of his split lip and injuries. He didn't mean to be moving so fast, it was more out of worry than anything that the Dane would slip away from his grasp if he wasn't there with him. Stupid but sometimes love made you think irrational thoughts.

"I'll wait, mate. I promise. Sorry for going so fast I just---need to slow down a little. Going slow is fine with me if it helps you. I want us to be comfortable with whatever this is."

He gently stroked up Rik's thigh, nuzzling into that fluffy hair of his lover's.