Kell doesn't miss the way the other's gaze moved. His lips feel suddenly dry and he licks them without a thought before his own gaze wonders to Holland's and he wonders how they would taste...

"I don't want you to go, Holland," Kell says earnestly and he means it in so many ways. It's a dull ache in his chest and a flutter in his stomach, the pounding of his heart as his hand tightens on Holland as if daring him to break the hold first.