[ They have never been particularly good at communicating with each other, have they? Neither of them wore their emotions on their sleeve like Vane did, nor were they comfortable expressing their desires like Lancelot could. This is the only way Siegfried can convey his desire to keep Percival close, to show that if they were to spend their last days here, he wished to spend them expressing every bit of affection he'd held back in Duplicity.

His hunger for sustenance is replaced by a need to taste him further, a soft protest uttered between their lips when Percival pulls away.

He feels a little embarrassed that he's let impulse take over like this, but there's not a sliver of regret left in him.

It takes him a moment to decipher what Percival is getting at, but when he understands, he lowers his gaze. ]

I'm sorry, Percival. This time, I didn't know I was to leave the three of you without explanation. I remember nothing of the past few months.

[ He reaches up to thread his fingers through Percival's hair, resisting the urge to kiss him again. ]

It's alright. We are both here now.