[ Yes. Yesyesyes. Like a knot has been unwound— It's been a month, and slowly he got again accustomed to touch at this station (one that intention wasn't carrying on pain), at this misfit team. Friendly pats, shaking hands, holding a teammate, or even holding hands due to some shenanigans. It was like getting out of the shell. Useless, at first he thought. And then the craving for more started.

And now all that starvation, Zhao generously indulged. He pressed into the hand on his hip, going into the kiss with almost forgotten ferocity. At least as long as it lasted. The bite stealing a satisfying sound out of his throat ]

—mmm, I think I got hearin' problems, ya might wanna repeat that again— [ Playful and cheeky was the reply that Zhao got. A smile that did reach Majima's eye, the disbelief slowly fading. Zhao was such a natural in this dance, and he could make it endearing and alluring, both. ] Or ya know, maybe I'm just greedy. Now that I got yer pretty eyes only on me for this moment

[ Letting go of the restraints was one thing, allowing himself to want something— anything. Anyone — was another. But he got enough close brushes with death to have a revelation. One step forward, one step forward, and then it turns out it was dance all the time, and his hand was held.

Sentimental? Kinda. ]

Speakin' of which—

[ Fingertips danced on the outline of Zhao's handsome face until he grasped at the shades playfully and tugged them down. ]