He hadn't realized how much more he could still relax, but he did when Lust returned the embrace. Scar's eyes fell closed, his constant alertness that came from being in this damn house easing as she clung to him. None of this was familiar, but it was so... peaceful. It was quiet and comforting and warm and now Scar felt as if dragging away would take some sort of insurmountable effort. Even breathing came with slight difficulty. This wasn't frightening.

What was frightening was how okay he was with it. How he was so willing to let go and be held by her, and to hold her back.

Scar didn't know how long he had stood in silence, but the question was only a faint one in the back of his foggy head. He wasn't going to move until it seemed that she wanted him to.