"You always do this," he complains when Jake starts to put himself down again. "You talk as if you are not important or not special, but you are. I love you," he says heatedly. "Do you think my love is not worth much? Do you think I would give it to just anyone?"

"No," he says firmly, creeping his fingers slowly inside of Jake's trousers to rub a little at the small of his back. "Stop being like that, if I am to stop being a moron."