The warmth of Tarn's face against his palm sparks the previously suppressed anxiety to life.

Alright, so, the last time he'd been remotely close to being this intimate with someone was roughly about a century and a half ago. And it was a century and a half ago because the Phase Sixer was a depressive, socially awkward hermit

Also, this was wrong. Tarn didn't deserve this. Primus knows between the both of them, they'd done enough horrific deeds to warrant all manners of comeuppance- but Sixshot wasn't about to do this to Tarn.

"... I should probably go," he says suddenly, quiet apology in his voice.