With a small smile he ducked down and stole a lingering kiss. He hasn’t realized how much he needed...this. Affection. Touch. Something that didn’t hurt all of the time.

His own London was on the mend and he wasn’t hyper focused on what needed to be done. It didn’t even matter that people still hated him. Kell didn’t.

Nipping Kells mouth, he breathes a sigh and just looked over his face, “I’m glad you’re here.” I wish you could stay.