Mello leaned back against him without thinking about it. His thoughts kept fluttering around, first one thing and then another. He wanted to push Sephiroth away and cling to him all at once, wanted to melt away and stop and make everything disappear. Instead, he settled for being washed, closing his eyes and imagining someone else's hands, some lover he'd never had and never would. It was easier pretending, gave him something to do.