What? No, that's not what... [Maverick's words trail off into a groan and he rolls to fall on his back and stare up at the ceiling, instead. That was a little better. Less distracting. He didn't want to smooch the ceiling.]

"Just what you think, what you feel, and that's worth sharing if you want". It's like that for me, too. I want...you to be you. I wanna fucking know who that is, and... I dunno. I wanna fucking make you happy. [So sex was safer than unfamiliar conversation territory, oops.]