He did kiss him again. A bit deeper, longer. The kiss was grounding, soft and gentle. When he pulled back he rested his forehead against Yukimura's. "I love you too," he whispered, sighing.
He licked his lips and then shifted, took one of the towels Mamechiho had covered them with and began to dry Yukimura's hair. He had less of it, so it only took a little bit of effort, but his movements were slow and almost sleepy, like he was afraid if he moved to fast, broke out of his calm almost trance-like state he'd go back to panicking again.
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Date: 2011-09-04 01:58 pm (UTC)He licked his lips and then shifted, took one of the towels Mamechiho had covered them with and began to dry Yukimura's hair. He had less of it, so it only took a little bit of effort, but his movements were slow and almost sleepy, like he was afraid if he moved to fast, broke out of his calm almost trance-like state he'd go back to panicking again.