[ slowly, he trails a cautious hand up and down his arm, meant to keep him warm as he just kind of vibes with him. he helps to keep the ice propped up against bixing's ribs with one hand, lazily drumming fingers against it as he feels their foreheads press gently together.
his eyes flutter a little bit and he tilts his head a bit, kisses the space beneath his eye with a soft huff and then returns to press forehead to forehead. ]
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his eyes flutter a little bit and he tilts his head a bit, kisses the space beneath his eye with a soft huff and then returns to press forehead to forehead. ]
... Looks like we made it...
[ unhappily said. ]