This is more than a little daunting, if Trey is honest. How could he not be full of nerves, realizing that he's supposed to be trying to measure up to fantasies? Whatever version of him Riddle had dreamed up, whatever he had imagined they might do with him, do to him..... obviously he would fall short of the mark. Even if he were amazing at sex, there's just no help for it: Fantasies aren't forced to obey the laws of reality. Fantasies will never be as disappointing, frustrating, awkward, messy, or tedious as the genuine article.

And yet..... that's still no excuse not to try, is it? He'd given up on them--on Riddle--once before, when they were both too young to have any other choice. He doesn't want to do it again. He doesn't want to regret not trying his best in something actually important to him, when the only way he's gotten anywhere in the things he's actually good at is constant practice. He's never been what anyone would consider bold, strong, or confident, save perhaps his family--but nobody can say he doesn't put his head down and put in the work when you're counting on him, either. He does the best he can with what he has, even when circumstances are..... strange like these, or less than ideal.

He can't just stop thinking about it, just because he's been ordered to--but he can try to steel his nerves, and lean down to press a kiss against the corner of Riddle's mouth. ".....Yeah. I can handle it."