He felt cold. The fire was closer and closer and yet, he felt cold. He started to shiver and, in that moment, flames engulfed him. He started to scream, but something was blocking the sound, preventing it from getting out. It was as if something was holding him back. Red eyes poured into his and darkness embraced his form.
He woke up to a pair of red eyes. He refrained himself from yelling as soon as he realised they were filled with worry and unshed tears. He sighed loudly, while Shion's soothing voice was asking him if he was fine. Of course he wasn't, why bother asking. Nezumi closed his eyes, and felt long fingers caressing his cheeks, wiping the water. Had he cried? Was he really that soft? Has he really become like this?
He started to wonder if he should just push him away. But the softness of his skin, the way he gently cupped his face, his hands travelling through his hair, untangling it, while asking softly what had happened, made Nezumi feel like he was home. He didn't reply, instead threw his arms around the white-haired boy, buried his face in the crook of his neck and sighed again.
Living people were indeed warm, but Shion had a warmness that was only his.