[Soft, sweet, promising; everything about it feels so...very, very real. Like it's his first true day in this place. His mind doesn't wander, really. He can smell the air outside through an open window, hear the leaves above them rustling. He can see her - clear, perfect, vibrant, every pore and lash and microscopic quirk observed, absorbed.
THEY'LL STOP BEING DISGUSTING AT SOME POINT MAYBE lmk if u need more etc
["Are you even alive?"
[He wasn't...
[He is...
[How he's meant to feel about that, he doesn't know, but...
[He kisses her. He'd live to do it again...]