[ but that was the problem. To care meant to feel. To feel meant to worry. To worry meant to fret. To fret meant to flee. To flee meant... everything. Especially when there was no escape. Not here and definitely not now, so he simply held his breath and quivered with the need to do something other then press his back against the barrier behind him or the hands he wished Komui would use to hold him still.
No, there was just the scent of coffee and Komui invading his senses and the feel of lips brushing against his in a moment of weird gentleness. It's strangely soothing and debilitating and...
Wonderful?
Bak's eyes flew open as he silently squawked underneath the kiss, his hands flying up to land on Komui's shoulders as he fought for balance, for that momentary glimpse of whatever it was he almost saw. One selfish moment indeed, and he didn't know if he wanted to die or have it never end.