In the dim lightning of your quarters, your lover pressed himself against you, lips moving with yours. Desperately. Not with the usual reverence. You could taste his streaming tears along with the kiss as he kept his grip on you shirt tight, fingers moving down to fiddle with the buttons. However, you gently held his wrist, stopping his motion. Levi wasn't rational right now and he'd regret if he proceeded this impulsively just to drown out his pain. And you were there to bring him back from his turmoil.