Gregor ducks his gaze, avoiding eye contact, but clasps his hand tightly. He knows Duv is not likely to press on something if he indicates he truly doesn't want to speak about it; it's one of his favorite things about him. But... he probably does owe him an explanation, unflattering as it is. Gregor does feel secure enough with him now that he doesn't think he'll find it detestable, just-- perhaps he'll be unnerved. Yet he must see that Gregor is dedicated to not acting on it, to not letting those impulses take him over. They've just had too long to fester and prod at him, and now he's started to feel safe enough, for the first time in his life, that they come out all unbidden...

Yet the words don't want to come. They seem to stick in his throat like dry twigs.

"I'm fine," he manages, in his low, quiet tones. "... I don't want to hurt you." Given how gentle and considerate Gregor is ordinarily, just by nature, that's probably not a surprising thing to hear him say.