[Komui's hands find their way around Bak, splaying at his shoulder blades, supporting and holding both. Not confining, at least not intended to be, though his kiss lets slip a good deal of the truth that is so ingrained for him to hide: the simple need of a man who is at his core neither the dedicated scientist nor the goofy inventor.]
[Years and horrors with the Order haven't entirely killed who Komui used to be. He's grateful for that, and holding onto that for just a little longer is one reason he's not letting go yet. The other is that Bak is one of those that makes him remember that side of himself at all.]