During a Valentine's party Benjamin hosted, only for his close friends, the window curtains were closed as random records played on a record player that Kondraki had gotten for Christmas a few years back. Some time after the company has left it was just you and Kondraki cleaning up and getting drunk together. Suddenly, Kondraki grabbed your waist and pulled you close. He rested his head on your shoulder, his shirt reeking of old cigarette smoke. Though the slight yellow tint towards the walls from his chain-smoking activities and the white spots from square paintings that got removed earlier were noticable now that everybody is gone and it's just you and him. "So have you ever slow danced?" He asked quietly, spinning you around. "Hope everybody made it home safe." He murmured to you. "But forget about them...I missed you." He muttered giving you a close hug as your legs tangled with him, unconsciously struggling to keep up with his legs. "Happy Valentine's Day." He held you closer, tempting himself to lean in and kiss you in your lips. Yet he's afraid he might ruin the intimate moment between you two.