[Somehow that last kiss does manage to feel distinctly different from all the other ones--it might have been the circumstances surrounding it, or the tiredness that's mutual for the both of them...but either way there's a closeness to it that's strange and nice and consoling all at once, and Jack finds he does have just enough energy to press back into it as well as he's able.]
[It breaks, of course, eventually, and that's alright too, although it's admittedly a bit jarring when Zelos pulls away just enough to settle more comfortably on his side, taking around half the warmth with him. Jack lets his own arms loosen to let the guy move around, one slipping down to settle at his own side and curl a fist lightly at his chest while the other lingers at the latter's shoulder, fingertips still unwilling to leave warm skin just yet.]
[And for awhile that's all Jack can really manage, being about as tired as Zelos for the moment. It's a pleasantly drained, boneless feeling, odd in itself--he almost never gets this weary unless there's summer involved, which certainly isn't the case here--and there's a stretch of about a minute in which he's content to just lay there, close his eyes. ...Shift focus to regulating his body temperature properly again, as the thought crops up a bit belatedly, and he lines it in tandem with catching his breath. Gasps even out into soft sighs and softer breaths, interspersed with the pale of very light dissipating fog as he pulls in his own cold, equals it with the temperature around them, pulls in some more again.]
[Then, at length, when he's at a point where his skin hopefully isn't at least bitingly frigid anymore, Jack opens his eyes again, tips his head to glance in Zelos's direction. Shifts a bit closer, back into the warmth the other's still forever reliably exuding, and puffs a cool, tired laugh against skin before pressing a very light kiss to his collarbone. That's still a bit shy in itself, actually, even despite everything they'd just done, but--it's still so odd, very vaguely uncertain, being able to just...freely indulge in touching, like this. Physical contact has always frightened him just as much as it's surprised him in the past, more often than not...because he likes it, never has been able to get enough of it, and he's never known how to handle something like that, a problem that seemingly nobody else has.]
[Settling in the crook of Zelos's shoulder and letting those thoughts simmer lightly on a slowly-reviving backburner is alright for now, though. The kiss had taken a bit of energy in itself, after all, and no need to go wasting the rest of it on heavier thinking just yet. ...Not for a little longer.]
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[It breaks, of course, eventually, and that's alright too, although it's admittedly a bit jarring when Zelos pulls away just enough to settle more comfortably on his side, taking around half the warmth with him. Jack lets his own arms loosen to let the guy move around, one slipping down to settle at his own side and curl a fist lightly at his chest while the other lingers at the latter's shoulder, fingertips still unwilling to leave warm skin just yet.]
[And for awhile that's all Jack can really manage, being about as tired as Zelos for the moment. It's a pleasantly drained, boneless feeling, odd in itself--he almost never gets this weary unless there's summer involved, which certainly isn't the case here--and there's a stretch of about a minute in which he's content to just lay there, close his eyes. ...Shift focus to regulating his body temperature properly again, as the thought crops up a bit belatedly, and he lines it in tandem with catching his breath. Gasps even out into soft sighs and softer breaths, interspersed with the pale of very light dissipating fog as he pulls in his own cold, equals it with the temperature around them, pulls in some more again.]
[Then, at length, when he's at a point where his skin hopefully isn't at least bitingly frigid anymore, Jack opens his eyes again, tips his head to glance in Zelos's direction. Shifts a bit closer, back into the warmth the other's still forever reliably exuding, and puffs a cool, tired laugh against skin before pressing a very light kiss to his collarbone. That's still a bit shy in itself, actually, even despite everything they'd just done, but--it's still so odd, very vaguely uncertain, being able to just...freely indulge in touching, like this. Physical contact has always frightened him just as much as it's surprised him in the past, more often than not...because he likes it, never has been able to get enough of it, and he's never known how to handle something like that, a problem that seemingly nobody else has.]
[Settling in the crook of Zelos's shoulder and letting those thoughts simmer lightly on a slowly-reviving backburner is alright for now, though. The kiss had taken a bit of energy in itself, after all, and no need to go wasting the rest of it on heavier thinking just yet. ...Not for a little longer.]