Athelstan hadn't really changed subjects. He still meant the sex, meant Dodger not stopping. "Dodger," he sighs. That had all been his fault. "All of it was my fault, Ragnar."

He doesn't know why Ragnar would leave. But a few options pop into his mind, that he's damaged now somehow or undesirable or more pertinent that Ragnar is angry at him or at Dodger and would leave for that. It is both an immediate and long term concern even more than he's letting himself focus on.

The monk lets Ragnar pull him closer, their foreheads pressing together and it's comforting. Athelstan lets out an unsteady breath and he closes his eyes because he's too close to tears again and he doesn't want to appear even weaker. he hasn't felt this weak in so long. He'd been powerless in attacking Dodger and even more so when he was under him and couldn't make him even budge an inch.