[The image of a perfect Rin Tohsaka was, like so many apparently perfect people, just an image. He likes to exist beneath that image, and the marks he leaves are proof that she isn't perfect. She's flawed, like him, and they can revel in those flaws if it's just the two of them. He steadies her with his hands and,]

[It's not quite a flinch, but it is a reaction. The admittance, the softness of it, it just reminds him of the harshness before.]

Ah, man, how am I supposed to respond to that?... [he mumbles to no one in particular as he starts them walking.]

[Was he glad to be here and help her? Of course. Was he glad to have seen it? That's way more complicated. It would be so much easier if it were a partner he knew or liked. There's cognitive dissonance. He loves Rin as a flawed person but seeing her enjoying herself in such a state is fresh and discomforting.]

... we should do a threesome when you're feelin' better. Somethin' fun.