"Both," he said, hands twitching before coming up to grasp at Eli's biceps. It wasn't a powerful hold, but a desperate one. He needed the contact, as much as he could get right now. His nervousness was evident, although it was also easy to see that he wasn't nervous about anything Eli would do but himself and his own reactions. He wanted to be as open as he could even if he didn't understand everything he would be giving over.

He took a deep breath, tried to gauge what was swirling around in his head. It wasn't easy. "Excited," he murmured. "Worried. Unprepared?"