The return of the affection and embrace was a blessing. Being held by Dio felt just right – reassuring and peaceful. It was, even after all this time, still impossible for him to share this kind of warmth with anybody else but this man. It was a touch he had missed deeply, and Enrico’s face has quieten as the familiar fingers caressed his scalp. The vampire’s touch was soft and calming, but still held a bit of firmness – His power could still be sensed in his loving strokes, in the tips of his fingers. Every move and motion Dio made screamed his name and being, and the priest was moved by this fact and by all those details he could sense so clearly and recall from years ago.
Like the other read his mind, he immediately answered his exact insecure thoughts. Enrico savored the deep voice brushing his ear and appreciated the reply. Yes, he figured now it was inevitable. Of course, Dio probably had to take the time to heal, get stronger and keep his head low after this destructive battle. He easily discovered, back in the day, the events that occurred even if it was difficult for him to believe their results. “I understand,” Enrico whispered against his neck, and shifted his head up just a little, “I can’t lie, Dio; In all honesty, I’m simply happy you’re well, and well enough to meet me again.”
The priest slightly loosened the tight hug, accepting Dio’s actions. He raised his head as he drew back just a bit and looked back at the gaze which he felt observing him. His body really did change greatly since the vampire last saw him - since both of aging and finding it necessary to keep his body in good shape and fit. But what caught his attention was the other, quite entertaining (for him, due to the recent event) part of the sentence. Enrico Slightly tilted his head with a small genuine smile to the sound of Dio’s comment, his voice soft. “You will never grow old, Dio.” He watched his friend lovingly. Physically and mentally, the man in front of him was forever young, eternal. A man not bound to or by time…
He was eager to continue their conversation, talk into the night, to atone for all these years. An ironic thought came across Enrico’s mind. Was postponing his vacation a mistake? Was his work, both in the present and towards his future goal, actually delayed their meeting? No, he brushed it right off. If Dio had meant to reach him earlier, he would.
“Where are you staying? Can we continue talking in a more private place?” Private, and comfortable. The priest noticed the thief from before ran off to somewhere, probably utterly confused from his memory loss and sudden location. Enrico grabbed his memories just from the past hour, whose disk now lay on the ground where he dropped it earlier. He will watch its content later on. They could go to the hotel Enrico stayed at, but he figured his friend might prefer staying in his own ‘home field’. Either way, he himself couldn’t care less.
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