He doesn't want to see that look of sympathy and it makes him bristle. He'd push Faraday away if it weren't for the fact that he wants this so badly. Still, the irritation flashes in his eyes and it half looks as if he's spoiling for a fight, even though that's the very last thing he wants right now.

"Don't," is his terse reply, shoving his shirt off completely and pushing forward to yank at Faraday's neck, hauling him back for a kiss that demands he shut up, warns him not to say a word, because he doesn't think he'll like it if he keeps going with that sympathy.

While he pushes forward, he works to unbutton his trousers, wriggling a little out of them. There's one thing that privacy means and he's been eager for it since Faraday yielded to this. "We can be as loud as we want," he mumbles into the kiss, a promise he intends to keep.