[[He does know what it is to ask a Troll trust him, but he himself trusts Vance to know he'd never hurt him. Well. That he'd aim to not hurt him, he'd just hurt him in a way that Shades thought irreparable. He still thinks so and to be honest, they needed the time. The older blond had been wanting to ask to stay with Vance for some time, he didn't intend it to turn in to anything more than likely cuddling until they fell asleep, perhaps a few ninja stolen kisses. That sort.

The other day in the water had shown him he may have a want for more but that now isn't the time.

He waits until those eyes are tightly shut, testing it with one hand to see if any reaction came about.]]

Here then, don't fuckin' laugh, I'm not good at this shit but I had... I had extra wire at work and I know you don't have your sweater here.

[[Though he'd seen it on Z, that's for sure. Shades takes a moment to adjust a small, what likely feels like braided, slightly frayed fabric, something he clearly salvaged to try to make stronger together. Then once he had it tied at the back, let the wire bit hang a little warm and a little cold against Vance's red shirt. The item is very clearly 'forced' in to form, by hands that didn't know what they were doing, only memorizing a shape that meant certain familiarity to at least Shades.]]

Okay, open your eyes.