[Thank fuck for dream therapy! The reassurances are helping a lot and Levity will certainly feel better about everything the next morning. If still weird, because this sure is a Strange Dream.

There's a smile tugging at his lips - another glimmer of Levity that Absinthe had gotten to know in the first place.]

I'm glad.

[He watches that bob of his throat, feeling comfortable enough to let himself indulge in that same curiousity that closet Absinthe was so keen on mocking. But first...

Levity leans down, sliding one hand up to cup Ardyn's cheek, and experimentally presses a kiss to his lips - checking if he himself is fine with this. It seems to work so far.]