He froze as Eobard said his name, holding himself too still before the tension abruptly drained out of him when their foreheads touched. He took a shuddering breath, trailing off into a choked, almost pained, noise at those words. The words Eobard had always said to him. The words that never failed to make him feel like he actually mattered. The words he had missed in the aftermath of Harrison's betrayal.
He didn't say anything. He couldn't. All he could do was drag Eobard down into another kiss, this one less controlled and far more desperate. He didn't care about propriety. He just really wanted to keep kissing Eobard. To stay in this moment where everything was perfect and Eobard couldn't leave him like everyone eventually did.