[He has two options here near as he can see. He can make something up, pull away or he can lean in and move to kiss her. He's practically glowing and this is just right. Damn, this Chroma was something else.]

People don't know what they want, because what they want is mutable, constantly changing. Happiness is quicksilver, like moonlight. That's the whole point of this place isn't it?

[Someone once told him get your own sins and he had them, he knew them, they were old friends. His fingers trail down her neck before he presses two fingers to his cheek.]

Here.

[A pause. He presses two fingers to his lips.]

And Here.

[He pulls back slowly, very slowly. Very very slowly.]

I don't think there's any hope for me at all.