This session felt different. Delving deeper into the problems of their relationship instead of keeping light and friendly in tone. Airing the dirty laundry between them and Jaiden felt so very uncomfortable with it. He would have been fine exploring these things one on one with Vaille, but now. Now it felt as if he was found to be the fault, with Caine sharing his fears and him not having validated them. As though it hadn't mattered. But of course it had, he wanted to sort this out with him. To get back to a point where the two of them were happy together once more. Did they really have to talk about it, though?<br/><br/>That was an awful thought, wasn't it? He had been the one to suggest it to Caine in the first place. But now that maybe the problem was him, he wanted to back out? Maybe that was the biggest sign that this was something that they needed. That he needed. Jaiden glanced down as a foot connected with his, but took little notice in it. His attention quickly shifting back to Caine and what his feelings were. What he really wanted from him. Even if just hearing it made him bristle. He wanted to be closer? It wasn't as if he ever showed that!<br/><br/>It was a relief when Vaille didn't immediately agree with Caine's complaint. Jaiden agreed, intimacy needed an effort from all involved parties. Though that wasn't really the problem they were having. He knew when Caine wanted him, wanted to share in an intimate moment. But he was always the one to drive the act, to steer their passions. It was exhausting. Caine seemed to catch this issue as well, lips parting with retort before quieting again. Seeing something in Vaille's expression that calmed him.<br/><br/>Jaiden flinched as the hand came down on his leg, the touch meant to be friendly and reassuring, but only served to make him more uncomfortable. Flinching back from the contact, gaze darting away from both men. "I feel..." What did he feel? Cornered and watched, less willing to share than Caine had been. Less than willing to be analyzed and picked apart. And regretting ever bringing the idea to Caine. "...I need a minute." He announced, slipping from his seat to head out of the room.<br/><br/>"Jai-?!"<br/><br/>Caine's questioning call was cut short as Jaiden disappeared from the room, ducking into a nearby bathroom and shutting the door. Relaxing as the quiet settled around him, alone and hidden. And hating that he'd all but fled from the room, head hitting the door as a breath hissed through his teeth. That had probably hurt them more than anything. He should have answered, said something. Anything. Even if it was a lie. Anything but running away. Irritable, Jaiden moved to the sink, running the water cold and splashing his face a few times.<br/><br/>It helped little, but it was something. Bracing his hands on the smooth porcelain, staring hard into the mirror. Meeting his own green gaze, glaring. What exactly had he been expecting? That these sessions would simply be friendly conversations? That Vaille wouldn't try to pry into them? That was literally his reason for being here.