Emet-Selch was a warm weight against his side. Ardyn stiffened at first, for though he had grown used to close contact here, there was something decidedly too familiar about that.

But then he thought, well, if he couldn't accept it from an even more ancient, exhausted immortal than himself, who could he accept it from? He settled his arm around his shoulders and leaned his head against his.

"I suppose we can try."