[Birkin's face fell for an instant. He wasn't expecting an admission of feelings or anything, and at least it was honest, but the truth still stung. The second sentence at least made his mood brighten a bit] You won't lose me. I promise.

[He nearly yelps as his leg is moved. Submissive as he could be, Birkin still liked being in some semblance of control. Not being able to stand was decidedly not in control. But he forced himself to trust Stein and repressed his urge to re-balance himself, instead laying back against the counter with an airy moan]