[ Sinking into the kiss is a matter of letting go of his worry and apprehension. He breathes in the heat of his mouth, adding his own to the mix as his fingers curl around his jacket. ]

I've been here.

[ He says between breaths, feeling his quirk begin to stir in pace with the kiss. Placid, languid, and soft. Until he turns, the tables, switching positions with Allen and settling him on top to free his hands. They run through his hair, silky and smooth. He smiles fondly up at him for a moment before kissing him freely. ]

I'm sorry, I left.

[ One month spent in deep sleep. Two, if he counted the month spent searching for his mother and siblings. His fingers curl around his neck, the back of his hand brushing against the bloodstone made from his blood. ]

You don't need to sign them.

[ He answers quietly, brushing his hair back to better see his face. ]

Signing them doesn't matter.

[ He kisses him on the lips, soft and sweet, his heart filled with a deep-rooted fondness it's impossible to hide. ]

I wanted you to have them. [ To give him that option, so he always knew it was there for him to take. ] That's all.