[oh - it's to rook's credit that jiho learned that he actually enjoys kissing. the fact that he didn't do it much in the past should've told him something. but he just learned something else: he kind of likes that little bite. jiho stores that little bit of observation away for the future.]

I know. [jiho gives him a chance to respond, of course, sliding his hand in rook's hair when the words don't come easily. all that he says, the sweet reassurances, jiho knows. he is someone who pays attention, listens and watches and can't just turn off the habit even when he's within the safety of his attic. but it's actually paid off here, turned into a good thing that has nothing to do with survival.] I know you don't need me to give you anything, and you would never ask me to do anything that would make me uncomfortable. I know you'd stay and love me and be happy, but thank you for saying it anyway.

[sorry, he is going to make you move. but only enough so that he can take his shirt off, and then rooks, and then finish undressing himself. jiho looks over, dragging the edge of the blanket until it's over them.]

No promises, but...lie down with me?