Grey stares at him for a moment with his lips pressed into a thin line. Then he moves, shifting onto his knees. All he needs to do from there is to lean forward and he's right in Midnight's space. The cave doesn't give them a whole lot in the way of personal space.

"Stop," he says roughly. "We're not on your island now. We're living in my ship where only our own rules apply."

He reaches over to brush his fingers down along the line of Midnight's cheek. His touch gentle but trembling with restrain.

"I told you, you can do that. Let it tether itself to me."