( Say something kind about yourself... yeah, that's hard. But he's happy Ginger found something, even if it didn't come easy (he thinks this, not knowing Solomon helped some). If anything, Mika thinks he doesn't do good enough - it's just that Ginger's never been soaked through with the love he deserves.

He kisses Ginger back just as deep, as if drinking up his sweet lips, his sweet, flustered cheeks, like he doesn't want to leave any left for anyone else - for his greedy eyes only, please. Ginger tastes too good for him to want to share. It's that childish side of him, the part that slowed to a gradual stop, from when he was brought into Sanguiem until he was turned, no matter how much Mika's spent the past two years teaching himself that he's undeserving - the part of him that's always elated, whenever Ginger wants to stay just as clinging, too.

When Ginger parts - when he calls him sweetheart, the warmth in his chest reaches his cheeks. "Sweetheart" isn't any schmoopier than anything else Ginger's called him, but it feels almost reserved for another type of person - not something he'd ever have thought he'd be allowed. That he has to resign from parting from Ginger is a trial. )

... Mm. Okay. It'll be soon.

( And here he pulls in again - this time, mouth close to his ear. There is a slight air of mischief this time - like a stage whisper, but it really is meant for only Ginger. )

... If you can think of more nice things to say about yourself, I'll do something special for each one you come up with, when we're alone again. Okay?

( (Of course, Ginger will still get at least one "something special" even if he can't think of a single one. It's a game he's rigged to win. But shhhh.)

And then Mika will pull back, gently releasing Ginger again. hehe )

... See you. Love you.