It seems they were particularly keen on wanting to be aired out in the open, tonight. As for my apologies, I'm afraid that it's a habit so engrained that I'm still trying to break.

[not a lie, really; Dohalim isn't sure why he'd been so compelled to be particularly honest with Red Wine when they were inside, but something was definitely driving him to say his truths. of course, they were ones he'd rather have kept inside, but also knowing the man, Red Wine would have pried them out of him sooner or later. an irritating trait, but really, Dohalim trusts him so much at this point that he doesn't really mind, in the end.

the kiss to his cheek is a sudden surprise, but one that adds to the flush brought on by the wine he'd been consuming all night. lifting a hand up, he brushes his fingers along the spot where Red Wine kissed him, smiling softly. he really does enjoy the Food Soul's company, more so than he probably should. there's a certain happiness that blooms in him every time he sees the man, and he's pretty sure that it's not just because their encounters usually end up with them both entangled with each other, catching their breaths and coming down from the physical and mental high that seemed to always follow. no, even in moments such as this, in the coolness of night, with the faint din of music behind them, Dohalim can't help but feel the same happiness at this particular moment. if not more.

though... the idea of time resetting, the possibility of forgetting Red Wine spears into him, sharp and hot. his smile fades slightly, a ghost of it left in its wake, as he moves his hand to gently brush his knuckles against Red Wine's own cheek]

...Are you worried about time resetting itself after tonight?