[The ground feels almost as good as everything else, it's the stupid thought that Anon manages now that they're both faceplanted down there, everything still too close and damp to be entirely comfortable but like hell he's letting go now. Even if it would be a little more practical. He's done his practical thing of the night.

Natsuno's flailing just gets the laziest blink first, because with all the exertion and changing of positions Anon is also discovering how dizzy he is now, even as he does his best to separate wing from skin from stone floor from steam in the slip-slide of his perception. It's way harder than it should be but Natsuno's voice helps tug him back a little into himself and makes him dizzier somehow all at once. He manages a soft breath and curls forward, pulling Natsuno into a very clumsy, slightly off-center kiss. It helps, because contact always helps.

His contact with the wing he managed to reach is also way too clumsy to be soothing, but he does his best to smooth it down and over them both, with some vague idea that they're probably not going to move so might as well have a blanket. At least, he has no interest in moving; he leans his head against Natsuno's instead and closes his eyes.]