[ Water chases Yuri's fingers, running pink-red on his pale skin. Flynn leans into the touch with a sigh of breath, lets himself relax, finally, into the safety of Yuri who has his back, Yuri who it's alright to touch now. Yuri, who made it. Thank the goddess. ]

It was hard to tell exactly what it wanted. To touch you. To... spread, I think. Obviously, I couldn't let that happen.