Inside the small team's rest room.
Two labored breaths rise and fall.
Slyther is lying on his back on a desk, a strand of hair sticking to his forehead. He lightly bites a strand of long hair, emitting a slight hum.
Wu Heng lets out a deep breath, lying on his partner's smooth body.
He leans closer to the chest and whispers, "Stay with me, I'll take care of you."
Slyther, slightly dazed, recovers a bit. He looks down at the man lying on top of him and reveals a gentle smile.
He cradles the head to his chest, lightly stroking the hair, "It's not that simple. Without our identities, we have no place."
His tone slightly halts, his voice growing softer, "Your sister has you in her heart, it's not like she can't see you."
"Why don't you stay a few more days?"
"I am the resident priest, if I stay away too long, there will..." Slyther begins to say, but his body arches slightly upward again, emitting a sultry moan.
