[The step forward on Zelos' part is a step backwards for Jack, though he hardly notices himself, a soft sound of his own rising up to reciprocate Zelos' noise with something that's almost a whimper. And is that something thumbing at the bottom of his hoodie? For the first time, he finds that he doesn't really care, so long as it's warm and ends up feeling as nice as everything else has so far--]
[--But then the kissing stops, and Zelos pulls back just as inch, and even though the're still close together the feeling's still markedly different, without that warmest press at his mouth to accompany. It has Jack blinking as if he'd just been prodded awake from a deep sleep, his own breath very light but gasping and enough to his have chest heaving slightly, and there's a stricken moment of fear that he might be forgetting the feeling of the kiss already, that maybe that'd be the only time it'd happen and...]
[The hand in his hair loosens, slides out only halfway, still pressed against the side of his face, and the heat from the latter's palm has something of a calming effect, allows the mild illogical panic to drain away. There's a properly visible flush on Jack's pale features by now, of course, splashes of light violet painting cheeks, even his lips tinged slightly blue.]
[Ah, but there'd been a question, and though it takes a few seconds to sink in, the words are enough of an anchor to draw his suspended thoughts back into some semblance of motion. And the earlier astonished look tapers into a slight smile that turns of the corners of his lips--maybe a bit of an uncharacteristically shy one, by his own right.]
...Yeah it's--yeah. Definitely still okay. [He's still got fingers wound into Zelos's shirt, and he finds he's loath to let go yet even despite the halt in the kiss; with the grip he can keep himself drawn close, and it tightens a bit more with the words. Eyes settling into a more inquisitive peer, after a moment:] Are you...I mean. You're not getting too cold yet, or anything, right? You should let me know, if you do--
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[--But then the kissing stops, and Zelos pulls back just as inch, and even though the're still close together the feeling's still markedly different, without that warmest press at his mouth to accompany. It has Jack blinking as if he'd just been prodded awake from a deep sleep, his own breath very light but gasping and enough to his have chest heaving slightly, and there's a stricken moment of fear that he might be forgetting the feeling of the kiss already, that maybe that'd be the only time it'd happen and...]
[The hand in his hair loosens, slides out only halfway, still pressed against the side of his face, and the heat from the latter's palm has something of a calming effect, allows the mild illogical panic to drain away. There's a properly visible flush on Jack's pale features by now, of course, splashes of light violet painting cheeks, even his lips tinged slightly blue.]
[Ah, but there'd been a question, and though it takes a few seconds to sink in, the words are enough of an anchor to draw his suspended thoughts back into some semblance of motion. And the earlier astonished look tapers into a slight smile that turns of the corners of his lips--maybe a bit of an uncharacteristically shy one, by his own right.]
...Yeah it's--yeah. Definitely still okay. [He's still got fingers wound into Zelos's shirt, and he finds he's loath to let go yet even despite the halt in the kiss; with the grip he can keep himself drawn close, and it tightens a bit more with the words. Eyes settling into a more inquisitive peer, after a moment:] Are you...I mean. You're not getting too cold yet, or anything, right? You should let me know, if you do--