Privacy was... Well and fine, he supposed. But not having it didn't bother him either- at least, not nearly as much as Vector might have thought.

He moved over to him, reaching to gently take a hold of his hands to keep him from fidgeting, leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of his lips, "Vector, what matters most to me is that you're comfortable. If suppressing your connection makes you uncomfortable, then I'd prefer if you didn't do that."

Vector was too good for his own good. Too kind, Aden thought, for the sort of world they all lived in. And certainly too good for him, though Aden was working on being better- someone more deserving of Vector's friendship, and now his love as well.

Vector made him want to be someone kinder. And Aden couldn't say that about anyone else.

So he truly wanted Vector to do whatever felt most comfortable to him.