...

[He moves to take Malik's hand, pressing a light kiss to the scar. That's right... As unkind as Malik acted, he had made that promise regardless, hadn't he?

A sigh ghosts over the raised flesh as he lets it go.]

I listen. But the way you talk is sometimes... a lot colder than that. Sometimes it sounds like you don't care for me at all.

Heh... I guess I'm the same, aren't I? Old habits die hard.