Ah, so there was a problem there. It wasn't just something that Opium was imagining, something that he had thought he felt as something different. Maybe the mix of his drug and the others were crossing his signals. But no, it seemed that he cut right to the root of the problem and hadn't even realized when the words were coming out of his mouth.
"I see..." he hummed, his fingers trailing back to the other god's neck, to his jaw and tracing sharp nails over his skin. "How did it start?" he asked, the words lingering behind the ones he said: How can I fix it?