Soul's eyes open wide before they flutter closed; he hangs on tight as if for dear life, kissing back. Not just on the lips, but on the forehead, the nose, the cheeks, the hollow of the throat, then all the way back up to meet Crona's lips again.

"Fuck," he breathes. "I love you too, I love you so goddamn much, I can't even - "

Think. Think, think, think, Soul, there's gotta be something you can do to express it when words like to fail -

"I want you to - I want you to meet my brother, nobody has, I think you should, you -"

He's in a babble, again.