[This is bad. This is bad bad bad. Why was he getting sweaty? Why was it hard to breathe? It took Hunk about two seconds to figure out the answers to those questions, and unfortunately those answers just led him to even more questions about himself.

He swallowed, then slowly pulled back a little. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Focus, Hunk. Focus. He cleared his throat, willing the pink his cheeks to vanish.]

Sorry about that. Totally not your fault. That was just-- I mean, the way you just kinda ... pressed in there like that is a little ... uh. [How the hell should he even say it?]

Intimate.