[ oh, thank god. just that alone takes the ease off of falco's shoulders as well. so tense! with a relieved sort of exhale that comes in a woosh at around the same time it comes for jun, he bows his head, arranges his thoughts, and leans in the rest of the way, up until the heat of the other's temple weighs on his forehead.

he breathes in, holds, and breathes out when he's ready. ]

I could be asleep for a long time, or not— the sun might hurt, garlic and running water will be . . . Really uncomfortable. I might even get hungry. For blood.

[ that might sound familiar from stories . . . ]