[The pants are caught, and he roots around in a pocket until he pulls out said handkerchief. Just a cotton one that he can spare to throw away. He idly starts doing a cursory clean up job for both of them, but he pauses at the way Cloud looks at him.
He leans in, lightly bumping his forehead to Cloud's.]
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He leans in, lightly bumping his forehead to Cloud's.]
It was, but... it was also good.
[and like he's gonna compartmentalize like nuts]
If I need a break, I'll tell you.