How sweet this is, sweeter than Barnabas believes himself worthy of. An indulgence that is not saintly nor sanctified, and yet he cannot find himself pulling away from it. Though it gnaws at him, at his principles and ideas of morality, those words of his god ever echo into his mind, and even into this terribly gentle moment.

And so, he breaks the kiss, but only barely. His breath warm on Cid's lips, just as Cid's is on his. Still his eyes remain closed, but he feels as though he can see somewhat clearer for it, even if his ears feel deafened by the echoing of guilt that rings within them.

"...We should complete Aurora's tasks, should we not?" A justification, something to settle the sound in his head. If what they do achieves that goal, then is it indulgence any longer? That they might enjoy the labor is besides the point.