[The closeness and warmth may fire up the part of Tatsumi's instincts that are causing his restlessness, but knowing Mayoi cares enough to indulge him even now is soothing. He presses back against him ever so slightly, then reaches back with one hand to touch Mayoi's hair. His other hand slips around one of the arms holding him.]

It's not that I'm afraid, really. I... should hope that you won't judge me for these kinds of things. But you've had a bad dream and you need to rest right now. I'm more than content with this.

[He sighs, burying his face against the pillow briefly.]

You're so good to me, Mayoi-san. I only want to repay that a hundred times over, and never cause you any problems. Unfortunately, I am a pet, and... certain constants happen every season or so. I keep them from you so as not to trouble you. It... I don't think I knew how you'd react if I said I was... like this. About you. I'm sorry.

[He sounds genuinely apologetic. He's always worked around this until the urges passed, but this season it's worse than it ever has been.]

You could always send me somewhere for a few days...?

[He means, much to his own distaste, a breeder or the like. Somewhere that his at least unquestionably good qualities could be put to use, and he wouldn't have to burden Mayoi with his needs and urges.]