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This brought back memories of so many evenings, most of them good, one not exactly bad, but not welcome in this moment. The latter was pushed away again, and the boil let all the rest cycle through his mind as they danced in Junko's little kitchen.

Finally she uncurled her hands, and the boil smiled as dainty fingers slid over his cheek in lines of warmth. He tilted his head, nuzzling into that soft touch, before laying a kiss on her palm, lips brushing her skin as he picked up the verse in a soft voice. "A love that will last within your heart.

Glowing red flicked down to the monster ghoul, watching her face, drinking her in again like he hadn't allowed himself in over a year.

When her head lowered to rest on his chest he wrapped his arms around her again, a hand moving to stroke her hair, wary of the Mistress. "As the pain sweeps through makes no sense for you. Every thrill is gone, wasn't to much fun for at all." Cool fingers slid under her hair at the back of her neck, cradling her head. "But I'll be there for you-ou-ou. As the world falls down." Another kiss was pressed to her brow, through the fringe of her bangs.

That sad, broken little sound made his heart hurt. Frowning, the ghost moved to sweep her up into his arms before just sinking down to take a seat on the floor with her cradled in his lap, legs draped over his thigh. The hand that had been at the back of her neck slid up into her hair, tracing cool lines along her scalp while avoiding getting too close to Her. His other hand came up as well, brushing the back of his knuckles along her cheek.

"I'll paint you mornings of gold." The last verse had picked up a new layer that cut to the heart, but there was more, and he murmured the words against soft hair. "I'll spin you valentine evenings. Though we're strangers til now, we're choosing the path between the stars. I'll leave my love between the stars." This close she could have felt the rumble of his voice through his chest.

The lyric was ended with a kiss, and after he'd continue with a soft hum. Holding her to him, fingers exploring on comforting, soft strokes. After a moment, as even the humming died down, he'd let his head fall back against the cabinets he'd sat against, eyes falling closed. She was so warm, so small. He didn't want to let her go.

When she moved her head his came down automatically to meet her gaze. The question made him frown, and touched the edge of her chin with the curl of a tick knuckle. "I never stopped loving you." It seemed such ironic question to him, like it should have been obvious, but after everything over the past year he couldn't blame her for believing he'd lost his love for her. He had been trying to, after all.

The frown faded, replaced by a gentle smile. "Don't you remember?" His thumb stroked along her jaw. "I promised you I'd never get tired of you."

"J..." He watched, cracks spreading over his cold black heart, as tears filled the ghoul's eyes and started pouring down her cheeks. "Don't cry." Automatically he shifted to wrap his arms more securely around her as she clung to him, sobbing against his chest, and did his best to be comforting, pressing his cheek to the top of her head, whispering soft, soothing noises between promises that everything would be okay.

When she mumble, words completely muffled, he frowned, head tilting as he looked down at her before his hands moved to her shoulders so he could lift her away from his chest so he might be able to actually hear her. "What was that?"

How many times could this ghoul break his heart? The tears, the choked pleading for forgiveness, if Seiji had already made the choice to try to get her back, that would have sealed it for him. She wasn't looking at him, and it made him sigh, but he leaned in to lay a chaste kiss on her cheek, catching a tear before it it could roll down to drip off her chin. "I forgive you." He had sometime ago, he just hadn't know what to do about it. She'd been gone, but even if the ghoul had still been around, Seiji wouldn't have had any idea how to act around her. Being nothing more than friends had never been an option.

Unless she looked up on her own he'd let go of her right shoulder so he could tuck fingers below her chin, lifting her head up so he could catch her gaze. "" They'd been through too much, he couldn't throw that all away, and he didn't want to. Junko was the ghoul he'd wanted to marry. She meant so much to him it was ridiculous.

With a soft grunt the boil got to his feet again, the ghoul still cradled in his arms. The floor wasn't very comfortable, no matter how soft and warm Junko was in his lap. Instead he headed for the couch, sinking down into the corner so he could stretch his legs out, her petite frame brought back to cuddle against his chest in whatever way was most comfortable to her. "" He'd stay with her as long as she wanted him to.

It seemed as though Junko was beyond words at this point, but that was alright. It could stay quiet for now, a refreshingly I awkward silence broken only by her sniffles and fading hiccups, and his soft humming.

Once she had settled he'd lay a kiss on the top of her head before resting his cheek there. His hands slid up her sides, a soft brush of fingertips that trailed along her back, over her shoulders and down her arms. A reasuring, comforting circuit he'd maintain as long as she lay against him.