He keeps his gaze down still, because it doesn’t feel right; Leon is far superior to him. Older, wiser, stronger, more powerful in every way, and more beautiful. He’s just a human, a dying one at that, he’s not worth the waste of time. So he stays quiet, because anything else he could say is going to be a repeat of the words before, of how he doesn’t feel like he should be standing here, how he feels he should be admiring Leon from afar, and not so up close. And then he finds himself encased in a chilly embrace, but it’s one that calms the burn of embarrassment on his skin, and he trembles just a little, afraid for a moment to let himself relax, but he finds that even if he doesn’t feel it normally, in Leon’s embrace, he suddenly feels safe — important even. And carefully, slowly, his arms curls themselves around the taller’s middle, cheek resting against the center of his chest as his eyes fall shut and he relaxes. “You really… think I’m pretty? Even just being human?”
Pale fingers splay over soft skin; palms smoothing over it in calming circles for a moment or so, as he just keeps the other close. Leon admires his warmth, the fact that he is indeed human. Because it’s something he’d die all over again to become. After a millennia of not remembering what humanity feels like, the aching want to feel alive still rattles his bones from eternal slumber. “ I do. ” He states with a light nod, pleased when arms curl around his middle and he knows the younger is relaxing, little by little. “ I usually think humans are more beautiful than my own kind, for in my opinion, it’s out flaws that make us beautiful. Because they create everything that we are. ” He explains calmly as he squeezes Kibum gently in his hold.