[ Feeling Mephisto's warmth, the feel of the demon's hand on him, was like the confirmation Reign needed to know that Mephisto was truly alive and that he hadn't been hallucinating about the other.

Reign let out a moan as the kiss deepened, letting himself be carried away by whatever feeling it was between them. He didn't quite know if what he felt for Mephisto was akin to like. Sure, he like Mephisto, had a certain fondness for him, but was it close to love? Reign can't be sure, and he didn't want to think too much about it. A twinge in his chest reminded him about Shell, and when Mephisto broke the kiss, Reign was actually relieved.

There was a small smile on Reign's lips, almost wry, before he chuckled awkwardly. ]

D-don't expect this to happen again. Not that I want you to die another time. [ A brief pouting, though the way he touched Mephisto's cheek soften the jab of his words. ] I don't know. You died, and I though you were really gone for good.

[ A thumb brushed under Mephisto's eye, the one that had been missing previously during the hostage fiasco, his touch gentle. Mephisto clearly looked like he needed proper rest. ]

How are you holding up? Have you been getting enough sleep?