Well. If you die, I'm not going to be doing much better. You know that I know that.

[ Hallelujah will be the first to acknowledge it, too. There's a reason why he's taking the brunt of the wind, why he can stand there and be a shit despite the cold having long since taken root in all his limbs. If Hallelujah doesn't want to die, he has to make sure Tieria won't, either. A well-guarded secret... or perhaps not so much, if you know how to wield him. His partner does, for the most part. Though he prides himself on not being as predictable as others might think, for all his bark.

His hands rise again, this time to either side of Tieria's jaw. To make sure he's not going to back down. The contrast between them is visually stark, as always, despite his hands and Tieria's face both being cold. Hallelujah leans in, taking great amusement in the fact that his mouth is probably the only legitimately warm place on him. In more ways than one. ]

So here's where I can say as you wish, and mean it.

[ Because he can't resist the last word, even as he's pressing forward with another kiss. ]