I am such a poor Newtype that it doesn't feel natural to me, if I were better, I would not have made so many mistakes in my life.

[Quattro pulls back from the attempt to kiss long enough for him to say something else.]

I do not wish for you to suffer in my place, you already inflict more of that on yourself than you deserve.

[As soon as he can manage to stop talking for a moment he presses his mouth against Zechs' mouth, to feel how soft his lips are. He does not last long before he's talking again.]

Your lips are so soft, and so is your hair. But I've always been surprised that your hands are a little rougher than mine even though we're both soldiers and wear gloves often. Or is that simply my perception of your hands being different?