Kagami had asked him to help him forget. It wasn't that Teppei was particularly loose in terms of relationships, and who he slept with but when it came to important people; like Kagami, there was a tiny part of him that caved with every insistence like the subtle knock of fragile glass that spidered out in cracks before abruptly shattering in a rush of noise and sound, and action.

It could be said that that was comparable to what had happened now. Feigning ignorance to the wet tracks that had steadily made progress by way of salty tears down the power forwards cheeks he had settled arms in an embrace about the redheads abdomen, lips pursing about a pulse point as he kissed softly. It wasn't sensual nor was it seductive, these kisses were to heal. Each mark was to cover or mask existing ones, as he suckled at the still-fading lovebites that a certain phantom sixth man had left prior to their breakup. Feeling the powerful man within his arms tremble in a fight between his emotions and his pride.

He didn't regret giving him that reassurance.