Thinking is an enemy sometimes, fighting self-sabotage was something, but dying is terrifying.

Having you resting on his chest used to be calming, the good thing about how complex it is to be an outlaw, but as he stroked your hair he thought about how much he wanted to kiss you.

Wanting to and being able to do it are different things.

Tuberculosis is deadly, contagious, he did not want to condemn you.