That's right... Artollo. The name he hasn't heard from another in ages. It makes him shiver and press up against Dualscar while his free hand slides up to hold onto his shoulder. In this kind of world they're stuck in, to have even just a little bit of security, to be kept in this warm position...

"Trafal," he murmurs quietly against his lips before kissing him again, eyes slipping shut.

They'll have to stop soon, of course. Things to do.

...Just not right now. Not immediately.