He caught himself before continuing that familiar trajectory downwards, right before his lips would replace his fingers and a different kind of sense would allow him to feel.
Ignorance was the key. Especially when ties between Divorce and Greed were all the more distinguished nowadays and that Greed could come close to smelling what covered his sister other than him, something that he could change easily, give him this morning, just this chance, and he'd--
No. His fingers gripped hers momentarily as her words brought him back from his thoughts, grounding him before he allowed himself to consume him.
This will not be another Vegas. There was nothing to lose here, only so much to gain. And he could do it through moderation - a strange foreign word, until it was about his beautiful sister, who always gave so much to him - and gain everything he needed.
He looked to the empty side of the bed, pausing where he would've gladly taken up the invitation in a heartbeat if it was three months ago. Once more, her warm hold on his hand helped him come to a decision as he shifted across the covers and slowly filled the unoccupied space, his eyes never having left hers for more than a second, his fingers still interlaced with hers and that feeling of almost being home right next to her kept him focused.
"I'm not tired," Greed sighed, though despite his words, his eyes still closed momentarily, cheek shifting against the soft pillow. "I wouldn't be able to fall asleep. Not with you here anyways."