[There's a rush just from that simple touch, Kaname's forehead against his, fingers curling around the back of his neck. This close there's no escaping Kaname's influence; combined with Conrad's exhaustion his mind is hazy very quickly. Conrad leans into Kaname, eyes slipping shut, sighing as the pain lessens. Kaname's breath brushes against his lips, the question making Conrad open his eyes. He doesn't look up, though, until Kaname moves away --]
[-- instantly, he feels ill. It's obvious that Kaname is drained or worse, though trying to hide it. Anger is overwhelmed, for the moment, by concern.] ... Kaname?