Huh. Guess you're not nearly the sneaky bastard I thought you were, if you can't even figure out how to do it without being seen.

[Hesitantly, like he's almost not sure if he's going to be allowed or not, he lifts one hand from where it's been on the mattress and brings it to rest against the nape of Kakyoin's neck instead. Just holding him. Just touching, in that small and understated and yet undeniably possessive way.]

I told you it'd help, didn't I?