There's another shudder, the smaller man's hand grasping at Grey's wrist. Whether to pull that pirate's hand away from him or to keep him there, Midnight's not too sure.

"I do," comes the soft, broken response. It hurts to deny himself, to stop them both from just tumbling over that edge into something that's looming at their feet, something that feels like it would be perfect and so right. "I'm not... good for anyone. Tethering with me could really hurt someone. It would hurt you. Are you saying you don't care? Tethering to any mage, let alone one that's half-insane?"