Jedao - weak, always - kisses back, sweet and lazy and open. Jedao doesn't mind being drunk. But Eiffel does, he knows - Eiffel was so worried that morning of Jedao's first hangover.

Jedao doesn't panic. But he's more clear-headed than Eiffel, calm and content but mind working just fine, and he gets one firm grip in Eiffel's hair and another on his shoulder, pulling him back once the kiss starts to break and slide into the next.

"Don't do anything you'll regret," Jedao tells him, eyes huge and dark. Maybe too late, for all Eiffel's enthusiasm. Jedao is still hard, but he knows himself. "Don't regret me. I'll break."

It's not a fear, not right now. It's just a fact.