[ Nelson opens his eyes, peering upward before he hides his face further and shakes his head. He slides his hand slowly down Hooded Justice's stomach, stroking his muscles slowly. ]

How am I supposed to? I barely know how you feel about anything, you never tell me. Maybe I'd like to know what makes you happy aside from fighting and sex so that I can do it for you. This is our home.

[ He's not sure what it'll take for him to believe that Hooded Justice is happy and not just bored and restless and following a routine, for lack of alternative. ]

... I'm not going to make you say that you love me. I just want to know that you [ "still" ] like me.