You did, yeah... But that isn't why I'm doing this.

[ Okitsu combs his fingernails through Rufous's hair, trailing down towards those relaxed wings in soft, predictable motions. ]

I hate to say it, but people are going to be strange. They don't... they don't have formulas.

[ not for the square this time, he presses another quick, passive kiss to Rufous's hair. ]

You could have left me to rot or stuck a knife in my back, and I'd still do this because this is what I want to do.