Reis knew he was out of his mind.
Kissing someone when he might as well be holding onto the last thread of his consciousness? He was definitely out of it.
But at the same time, he wanted that cold touch. The kind he had only ever felt from Lord Yvaion. And this was the only way he knew to make the guardian hold him other than doing something that required being carried.
Yvaion would always hold him when taking the offerings. Especially to make sure he couldn't make a run for it. Although he hadn't taken the offerings for a few days and there was a good chance he'd be denied, Reis still had to try.
Fortunately, it did work. Before he knew it, he was already pressed against the cold chest. The guardian's hand slid around his waist, pulling him directly onto his lap.
Even with barely any distance between them, Reis still found himself shifting nearer instinctively, pressing chest to chest while Yvaion kissed him until his mind felt even foggier than before.
