Mm - [ The rest of the sound continues into Mika’s mouth, content. He doesn’t care if he’s overheard right now, as long as no one else can heard Mika’s sweet sounds or - when the kiss breaks - the pretty flush on his face. When they fit together like this, it’s as if all the other miscellaneous, troublesome things quiet down for the moment.

His sigh is full of longing for another kiss, a third one - and a fourth one after that. But they need to talk about blood and murder, and he’d rather do that out here than in their room. He settles for speaking into Mika’s knuckles, lips brushing over their intertwined fingers. Everything about Mika’s words had made him feel better, so he wants to pass forward some sense of ease.

(He should question it, perhaps, that Mika would love him even with the blood of everyone here stained on his skin. But he’d love Mika just as much and overall shape of his love wouldn’t change if it was the moon or murder or any other sin.) ]

… I think the only scenario that would force my hand is… if it was the only way to save your life. Otherwise, it won’t be my first choice or last choice, even if I’m really upset, okay?

[ But to keep Mika, to protect his love, he would do anything. He knows Mika is capable - that’s not it. This world is just so - unpredictable. ]

I don’t want you to worry - and I don’t want to hurt my heart since it’s yours. No matter what either of us do, it remains yours.

[ Here’s a kiss promised on his ring finger. Forever faithful. ]

… and because of his dare, I should tell you - [ and to his mild surprise, the words come out. Maybe because he means them for Mika rather than himself. ] I’m - devoted. Resilient. When it’s just us left in the world, I’ll be with you.