"Mm." Sephiroth sounds entirely satisfied with Genesis' long-winded way of saying 'I never want to not be around you'. "I know I always want to be with you...but I don't want to stifle you. I already rely on you so much...you deserve time away from me. I worry that someday you'll tire of me clinging to you...how I've always needed you and Angeal so much more than you need me. Lean on you more, without having much to give back."

Under other circumstances, Sephiroth likely wouldn't say this. But he's worn himself out so thoroughly that there's not much filter between his brain and mouth left. His words aren't self-pitying; if anything, they're slow and a touch sleepy as the exhaustion creeps up on him. If they're weighty, significant things for him to say or think about, he doesn't seem to really be processing them as such in the moment.

The hum in Genesis' throat gets Sephiroth's lips pressed to his neck again, as though he's trying to feel the vibrations through him better. "What does claimed mean in this context...? But I don't mind marking you whenever you want..."