[There was quite possibly the edge of a smirk once the distance closed between them; he answered with his own hands dropping to Church's shoulders.]

[Don't leave. You got me to trust you, so don't you dare leave now.]

[Whatever this was, he'd break if it stopped. The cracking crystal shard that was the remnants of his sanity would splinter and there would be no recovering them this time.]

My, your tenacity does deserve commending. Most people wouldn't be so interested in kissing a walking corpse made of daemons.