Jonas breathes so slowly that he hardly seems to be moving at all. As if he, too, is afraid of shattering something. Even with Rupert only further encouraged, his caress assured, it feels like something will interrupt this. Something always does.

His lips part a moment or two before they actually form words.

"It's been a long time."

And the last two people who touched him were dead within the hour. Maybe he should warn Rupert. Maybe he will, in a couple minutes. He just wants a few more seconds of contact.