He smiled gently as Reed agreed with him about his sensitivity and nuzzled the hand that was stroking his cheek. He could feel Reed's body becoming a bit more sluggish and knew he was drifting off. Just as he thought it, Reed confirmed it. Emerson smiled again and nodded. "Of course, love," he said, and gently turned up his chin. He leaned in and kissed him very tenderly, his hand sliding around to the back of his neck where his fingers lightly stroked his skin and the very fine hair at the base of his head.