"Time, yes, but this?"He pushes Laurence back again, and, this time, his hand stays against his chest. "Either you want me or you don't, Will, but this? This being afraid to even touch you? It's intolerable. You've seen my sketchbook. You've seen what I'm reduced to. And, always, this creeping fear that I've some how cornered you into something that you don't want. Will never want. Because your bloody head will never say yes."