His brows shoot up and he gives a quiet nod. He wouldn’t deny that by any means. He would have thought going home should have helped the static in his head, but maybe it was just a permanent fixture now. Wouldn’t it be nice if it weren’t?

For a moment, he’d had quiet at the party under Grayson’s abilities. Guilt had broken it down again, the thought of Jon’s upset was heavy -and he had been upset- but Jon couldn’t fix the problem and it wasn’t fair for Chris to ask him to try when he dealt with everything with just as much difficulty, if not more.

“I haven’t been…well enough to properly dom anyone in over a month and a half even prior to sleeping. There’s those who come to me to clear their heads.” He pauses and feels those brambles in his throat try to close on his words, but he pushes past most of them.

“I’d…appreciate an arrangement of some kind. As you said, something with more comfort and more controls to have safety to go deeper.”

It’s carefully and diplomatically put, but sincere.