"darling, i'd never throw this away," he says while gazing right at fenix. there's weight to those words, an unspoken promise. no matter how much time passes, or how many miles stretch between them, ezekiel will always be there for fenix ( and kill for him too. ) seeing that smile makes ezekiel's usual sharp, wild edges calm down a little more. feels like he can breathe when they're together. "i use it a lot. actually it's my favorite." deft fingers spin the knife, something he does subconsciously most of the time. "been a while, since i've been to your bar. maybe i should pay a visit next time?" a playful smile accompanies that question. at fenix's words, ezekiel lets out a laugh. it's a sound that's genuine rather than whatever artificial, deranged joy he shows when torturing nicely interrogating people. "perhaps a bit of flirting, but mostly worry." he reaches out, fingers skating down fenix's arm. "think the real question is when do i not miss you?"