[That's more like it. Gojyo shifts to press a kiss to Hakkais temple, then rest his head against his.

Gojyo likes to call this mood of Hakkai's "smoldering sad." He's still working himself into a tizzy over whatever's trapped in his head, but the fires are banked. He's simmering, not boiling.

Gojyo makes a sound low in his throat.]

I can still smell the wood burning up there. You're caught on something real good.