[He can either move forward or backward, and since he's already done the latter, Kaname flattens himself against Conrad, blood-colored eyes fusing with his as his dark hair brushes against his face. They're so close, he can feel his heart beating through his shirt and the scent of his blood is overpowering. He breathes against his mouth, one arm above them where he caught the sword, his smaller hand barely covering Conrad's at the hilt. A moment later, the weight and sight of him disappears and he is standing over him again, his hand held out to him.]