It's not an easy thing to admit to, makes him nervous as he talks about it, but Julian doesn't seem to judge him for it. That was at least part of his fear; that he was too messy, that he wouldn't want him. And there are other people he plays with, but he's still important to him. Friends, as he had said earlier.

He exhales softly, hadn't even realized he'd been holding his breath until his fingers touch against his shoulder and he starts to relax, ease as he smiles softly as he looks up at him. There's something that flushes his cheeks and warms his skin about the way that he says he's proud, makes him feel like he's done something right, and he does try his best.

"I- trust you," he says, voice soft and warm as he looks at him. "Do you still want me in a collar?" Just saying the word quickens his breath. There haven't been many people that have put him in a collar so far, but he likes the way it makes him feel. The safety and ownership of having something like that wrapped around his throat.