"You have to go". You said, moving his head away from your neck. He hissed brushing your hands from his cheeks, leading them back to his hair. He pushed his face back into your neck, snuggling closer and holding you in a death grip. You could feel the scythe of the grim reaper brushing your neck, but instead of cold and fear, it wrapped around you like a scarf, keeping you warm and safe. "Be quiet. I missed you".