[ it's the green that had him seeking his touch, but now that he's here he's certain, still—that it's fine, that he's fine,

and moreover who is he to deny being consumed—no, he could not allow absinthe to partake of him, but a little taste like this is fine.

lingering like this for a moment, as though to savor the kiss—as though to show that he can savor it, that it doesn't bother him to be this dangerously close

be careful not to pet. ]