The sunrays were pleasant, warming Brice's skin nicely. His arms, wrapped around Seto's back, stroked the gray fabric affectionately.
He was resting his head on top of Seto's hood, just breathing in the strong scent of roses that always wafted around the petite Sorcerer.
The smell seemed to be weaker than before, though, just a light sheen floating in the warm air.
Seto's hands were grabbing at his black shirt softly. The Sorcerer tugged at the cloth, grabbing the blond Aussie's attention.
"What is it, Seto?" he asked, closing his eyes as he hugged Seto close.
"Brice, you need to let go," Seto said, letting go of the shirt.
"No," Brice protested.
"You need to."
"Why?" Brice asked, furrowing his brows.
Seto's hands moved and pushed on the taller's chest.
"Because I've been dead for a month now."