Ah, no. You're just getting it from the other side now.

[The soft smile touches his lips where they remain close to Cy's skin, unwilling to part. His hair, bound in its braid, feels heavy where it drapes over his body — and the continued pause makes him more aware of all the places where he's sore and aching — but none of these sensations are too unpleasant.]

That's what it means to know someone as well as you know yourself. Like the other half of your soul.

[He kisses Cy's cheek, missing slightly, landing closer to his ear.]