His fingers still traced the contours of the other man's face set before him, his eyes following each motion of his fingers even as they caressed shapely eyebrows, rubbed on temples and glided over the smooth expanse of the other weapon's forehead. His fingers eventually dropped back down the slope of the blond's nose and traced lips as he peered up into those eyes which seemed more alive with emotion than he would have thought for a weapon like him.

It should have alarmed him how easily he could settle like this, ignore the unfavourable discomfort from his healing body and just bask in a familiar presence. He didn't think he had ever had an opportunity to do so before, and he certainly wasn't currently opposed to it. In fact, there was a strange twist of greediness at the fact that he had the other weapon to himself, despite them no doubt being observed.

It seemed strange to him that he hadn't reasonably known the other weapon existed, yet he had no memory to state that he should have. When they met like this, he had the sensation that something had been taken from him and it was not alright for that to have happened. "We have each other," he whispered softly.

He should sleep. It was logical that with his current injuries, he needed the rest. "I don't feel it is yet a requirement when you are here," he murmured, his arm tightening around the weapon's waist. "I just want to be here with you and warm for now."