[ Lennon lets the other take the time to figure it out. The little frown on his lips is cute and he's kind of tempted to lean in and kiss it but he doesn't want to distract him. He really wants to understand.

The answer really sounds like something out of a fairy tale. Ha. Lennon didn't believe in those, but then again he hadn't believed in fae or alternate universes either...and yet here he is cuddling a fae in some weird-ass other dimension. ]

You still don't even know me, how could you know all that, that you won't want to toss me away later or that I deserve to be kept safe and happy by you? What is it about me that you like and want?