Still. I would rather have been more delicate with approaching what plagues him.

[it's so automatic, as Melqal leans on him and slides arms around his waist. long fingers brush through his hair in soft, soothing motions, his stance a solid support for his lover.]

... Have I ever been known to say no to you, my love? I feel that is... perhaps best, truthfully. And... I don't care to be alone right now, either, in truth.

[gently, he'll start to lead Melqal back to the bed, intending to sit for a little while and just... be in the other's presence. he's missed it, and even wanting to get to know Dohalim doesn't help that feeling fade, of course.]