[Azul refuses to make eye contact at first, even as his head reluctantly turns into the touch. After a moment, though, he does, rounded pupils met with oblong ones.
His face darkens the more Jamil talks, and another noise escapes him. For a moment, he doesn't return the kiss, but... then he does, pressing back tentatively. His breath wavers at the brush.
He can't even argue the "continued existence" part, as much as he wants to. What if Jamil had fallen into a coma? There's no way of knowing if anyone here had the means to revive an individual like that, and no guarantee death would "reset" his brain.
He closes his eyes, and gives a sigh.]
...if you say so.
[He's definitely going to need a lot of work in this area.]
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His face darkens the more Jamil talks, and another noise escapes him. For a moment, he doesn't return the kiss, but... then he does, pressing back tentatively. His breath wavers at the brush.
He can't even argue the "continued existence" part, as much as he wants to. What if Jamil had fallen into a coma? There's no way of knowing if anyone here had the means to revive an individual like that, and no guarantee death would "reset" his brain.
He closes his eyes, and gives a sigh.]
...if you say so.
[He's definitely going to need a lot of work in this area.]