[ He doesn't do this kind of shit often. It feels fake, oversaccharine, no matter how genuine he's being. But maybe he should. That soft noise alone is enough to make the self-consciousness gnawing at the back of his mind worth enduring. ]

This- [ and he kisses it again. ] -this isn't Carmilla's. This is your protecting us. This is Sypha's healing you. This is- whatever the fuck it was I did to help. It's perfect.