Incubus sighed softly, pressing his head into the other's chest, gripping him tighter. He slid his fingers up the back of his shirt, holding him more as his words filled his ears. "I... I know." He whispered and looked up at him. "I ..." He groaned and held him more. "It's only three years! You're still young. You... you need that time to grow up normally. You need to know what it's like for time to pass normally. It... It kills me. and I know it kills you. But at least two years. When you're seventeen, we can ease up on it, but ... I don't want this to keep fast forwarding your body. I want to see you grow over years, not months... It's frightening to see a childish face one day, then the next, you look like a grown up... I... I can't handle it."