Jonas's eyes flick away and Rupert's fingers pause, taking it as a sign of retreat. Rupert considers him thoughtfully; this curious, fascinating young man lying in front of him. A little fierce, a little solemn. Weighed down by so much, and so desperate to be free of it in the worst possible way. There are other ways to be free of one's past, Rupert thinks to himself. Hopefully the same techniques apply to one's future as well.

He leans in to press a kiss against Jonas's pale lips, as chastely as he can. Rupert can be innocently charming when he wants to be, gentle where gentle is required. Plus his lips hurt.