John won't stop him from turning away, but he will reach a hand over and gently cup his cheek, stroke with the side of his thumb. He won't look at him, and he won't make him face any way. It's just a touch, just

a connection.

I know how much I forced. But I also know how lucky I am that you chose to make that connection more than necessity. I don't know if you know how thankful I am that you did.

That you let yourself for me.