Neil finds himself idly tracing a finger against the other's cheekbone, feeling the contour and the skin. Something about the gesture, somewhere in the darkest pit of himself, comforts him. Heals a portion he didn't know is hurt. Alex smiles in a way that makes Neil question himself. Wonder why he doesn't just fucking give in to this.

With that, he leans closer toward Alex's face, to carefully touch lips with like.