"Grown-up" to this Fëanorian means remembering what it was like to be young and foolish ... (*and again, that fleeting lip-bite*) ... and yet being intent on running headlong into ...
*watches his own hand glide along the line of your jaw to clasp at the side of your neck, fingers grazing lightly over a few stray strands of hair* *with the faintest hint of amusement curving his lips* I still run headlong.