[ Mikleo may muffle them, but those sounds still tell Sorey he’s on the right track. Or rather, that they are. They’ll traverse this uncharted territory together, with enough time and talk. ]

I know; it’s about us. [ He offers with a momentary, sustained press of lips to Mikleo’s forehead, averted eyes be damned. ] But I know you’re looking out for me, so someone’s got to look out for you.

[ In retrospect, “looking out” wasn’t entirely what he meant to say here, but... the overall meaning still reads. He thinks.

In any case, something in Sorey’s mind shouts a definitive, thundering yes to the idea of sweet and long-awaited skin-on-skin contact, but again, he’s got to look out for his partner in this. ]

...Only if you’re comfortable.

[ He hasn’t given Mikleo a reason not to be, but he can’t presume to know the seraph’s innermost thoughts and feelings on the matter. ]