[ Oria is about to allow Sinclair on reflex, but then he pauses last second and tries not to squirm so much when Sinclair's hand moves up like that under his shirt. To deny Sinclair right now feels like a defeat in a way, but at the same time, he thinks he needs to be on a bed if he's going to do this for the first time. He's suddenly nervous, even though he shouldn't be. He trusts Sincair to accept him. That's surprisingly not the issue here. The problem is, well, it's a matter of pride at this point but also, nerves. ]

... I won't lie, I almost forgot.

[ That this isn't Fragment? Well, no, but also, yes. ]

But I think... I should do it on a bed at first because, I'm... not sure if...

[ Words don't catch up as fast as he wants them to and he's definitely getting embarrassed. He can feel his cheek sting in the soft breeze.

Before he can mentally scream, he raises his head to kiss Sinclair rougher than usual. Words are so hard sometimes, even for someone like Oria. ]