He'd thought they'd been building to a frenzied pace, that Jet was going to take him fast and hard and to be honest he'd liked the idea. Even if he was in a slow mood before, he'd warmed up to the idea quickly, especially with Jet shoving him against the door.

But now he's slowing down, causing a slow burn inside Albert's chest as lips caress by inches and finally not at all, instead fingers tracing over his features, mapping him out with tactile care for Jet to memorize. Albert knows why, but his heart still skips and his face still flushes as blank white eyes watch bright blue trace over every curve and dip.

Albert doesn't stop him. Even with his eyebrows drawn up in worry he waits for Jet to pull back a little before speaking. He knows Jet's blindness had rocked him to the core, made Jet more fearful than Albert had ever seen him. Enough to ask for death. There's no doubt in Albert's mind that the state of mind he was in is still with him, even if its just remembered.

"Are you alright?"