Grey listens to him - he always does never mind what time of day or frame of mind - and gently brushes his hands up and down along Midnight's back. There's obviously something on his mind tonight and Grey wants to know what it is, how to figure it out with him.

"Well, gladly you don't have to do that. Alone," he says eventually, poking his nose against Midnight's wrinkling one. "I'd rather be boiled in hot oil than let you do that."

He presses his mouth to Midnight's, kissing him gently on the lips but doesn't let the lip lock turn into anything heady just yet.

"You know," he murmurs against Midnight's mouth. "You're my rock as well. You do know that, don't you?"