[Are you revealing your heart to me? — well, based on the reaction he's elicited from the tentative attempt, that seems like a resounding yes.

His own injuries or not, it's just the most natural thing in the world to move to accommodate Rynlan, exactly as the other man expects him to. If he were at his best and most playful, he might've just snagged hold of Ryn and dragged him down into his lap, but right now they're both still recovering and so he's somewhat more careful in the way he extends his support.

Even so, it's still his move to tug him close, to shift his legs in such a way that there's a place for Ryn to rest and stay off his feet. And really, he just — wants to. Wants to hold him, wants to be kissed like this, senses flooding with the taste of dark chocolate and cookie sugar while a breathless whimper rattles in the back of his throat.]

I'd meant to point out that you've yet to teach me "yes" and "no" but — I think, ah, that. I took your meaning anyway.

[Look at him, he's momentarily kiss-stupid.]

Forget the onsen. Teach me more of your tongue, instead.

[...Even kiss-stupid, he's still pretty good at double entendre.]