I don't think of it as being indebted, at least not anymore. Though that doesn't mean I'm not grateful.

{ his voice seems to be becoming more of a murmur though, as though he's dazed. even when he blinks the rainwater seems to stay heavier now. really, the way this world worked was incredibly unfair at times. for someone who had been so touch starved in inazuma, it feels all too easy to give in to the temptation when the rain makes his skin sing for it. }

You'll always be welcome.

{ and then he feels himself drawn further forward towards the warmth before he can think at all. it's impulsion that has him leaning until his lips meet aether's, firm but not harsh, and only after a few long moments when the tingling on his mouth seems to cease does he pull back. }