Ask him if he said something

"Did you say something?" you ask.

Benz fidgets for a bit before softly responding, "Yeah. I..."

"...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. I'm just nervous," Benz continues.

For the first time in many years, Benz looks very **** and open.

"You shouldn't be worried. It only takes a few minutes and you're out," you say to try and reassure him.

Benz looks at you for a moment before asking, "Did you get one?"

"No," you quickly replied, "Didn't need to. I could have gotten one but I'm not really the submissive type."

"Oh..." Benz pondered for a bit, trying to decide if he should say more.

"Look, I know we haven't been close for years but you can tell me anything, Benji," you say, calling him by an old nickname.

"Fine," Benz signed, "I'm worried, Lexus. I'm worried that I'm not be big enough and that I'll be **** to get an injection. I don't think I'll be able to live through that."