By now, Angeal is familiar with that little gasp Mithrun makes - the most that ever leaves him nowadays. Unlike most, Angeal understands what it could have been if shit hadn't gone as badly as it did, but, well, it is what it is. That he can at least still react is a blessing.

"There we go... Look at the fantastic job our good boy did," Angeal whispers into Sylvain's ear, leaning against his back, kissing the shell of his ear and then Mithrun's hip as well right over Sylvain's head. "You worked so hard, and isn't that a nice reward, all over your tongue. Not everyone gets that out of Mithrun, you know." Another kiss, to the back of Sylvain's ear, his neck, his shoulder.

When he's sure that Sylvain is still a little out of it, he glances back up to Mithrun and leans up a bit to whisper at him. "And how are you feeling? Need a second to go sit down in the back?"