He lifted his own glass, "To surviving and thriving, all of us." He took a mouthful, pausing a moment to taste it. He kept his eyes on L.L though, over the rim of the glass.

The burning feeling still raged inside him and it's making him notice L.L in a way he often didn't, admiring his form. In many ways he is perfect and where he is not, then it just adds to his charms.

He wants him, no he wants to give himself to him, completely. There's a reason why that's a bad idea but honestly? He can't think of it right now and as he takes another sip of wine he decides in unimportant.

Everyone was thriving, so why shouldn't they? Here in hell it was not so easy. But this was one way...

"Um L.L..." He paused, blushed, took another mouthful of wine as his hand moved to touch L.L, a brush of his arm.