Aftermath: Amadeus & Ariel
"Good... Good," he nodded slightly, believing him without hesitation because, no, Amadeus hadn't lied to him yet. "Yeah, ah... She's... She's something." His fingers were twisting into Amadeus's shirt without him realizing he was doing it. Anything to hold is lover closer somehow.
He chuckled softly, shaking his head, "You think you're up for going home? I can call a cab, get us close." Unfortunately, being teleported to the scene meant that his motorcycle was definitely elsewhere. Despite that he had soot all over his face, he leaned down to kiss Amadeus's forehead, closing his eyes. Had he not already been overwhelmed by the smell of smoke, he might have been so then.