Hands. Around a delicate column of skin. Months ago he would have throttled Squall in this position. NOw his hands just run back into Squall's hair and pull him forward into a kiss.

Because how else do you express the emotions and want that built up with such a trusting gesture? How do you put into words that you're scared and this isn't the dance you were prepared for? How did you explain just how much you wanted without the vulnerability of saying it out loud?

All Seifer has, in this moment, is a kiss. To say the words neither of them really know how to get out.