Mmhm.

[He tucks in against Kakyoin, nuzzling gently against his hair for a minute or two. His hands, too, are moving lightly — touching, reminding, reaffirming. Whether that's for Kakyoin's benefit or his own, he isn't sure.]

I thought it would scare you to see me, so I tried to stay away. But you told me to come home. You said it once and I just barely managed to...resist, I guess. Then you said it again. And I came home.

[He closes his eyes, exhaling slowly like he's letting out a drag on the cigarettes he doesn't smoke anymore, but could without any health ramifications whatsoever, if he wanted.]

That's what love does to him. He can't help it. He can't...he can't stop. Even if he knows better. Even if it hurts him.

...I don't know what he's told you and what he hasn't, about...what he is. I don't know what you guys talk about when I'm not there. But — I just, what I'm trying to say is —

[...]

You did the right thing. Keeping him safe. Stopping him when he needed to be. However bad it got, whatever you had to do, if you stopped and thought — if you felt —

...You were right. Is. What I'm trying to say.