[Softly, he strokes his thumb through the soft curls at the nape of Dohalim's neck and keeps the man tucked into him as the shake in his voice and tremor in his breathing betrays the depth of his emotions.]

I know about your 'passing thoughts'. [He murmurs, kissing his neck again before he moves back just enough to be able to look him in the eyes. This close, that enchanting colour is all he can see.]

Do, listen... [It isn't that he doesn't understand that this is hard for the man. Of course he understands that, but he also can't help the way he's looking at it. Mourning over something that hasn't happened yet, that might not happen at all, when doing that might be the very thing that causes it to happen..? He can't do that.

But Dohalim is hurting, and Red Wine isn't a monster.]

I'm choosing to believe that at the end of this night everything is going to remain as it is. That nothing is going to be lost. I have to believe that. [Then he smiles, a mischievous edge to the curve of his lips.] So emotional... I didn't know you liked me so much.