[ honestly he should consider the part where a whole audience is watching, but they can deal. they can deal because he feels will come back for a few moments, and he returns the kiss, not quite relaxing into the touch like he usually does but hyperaware of the way will's arm is around his waist. he hates that he can't stay here. he hates that this is now a trap and for a very brief, flickering moment, he thinks about the vicegrip of a serpent from weeks ago.

but he tries not to bite at his lip where it's threatening to wobble and keeps will's full attention on him, free hand gently sneaking behind him. ]

I love you. More than anything...but you knew that. You knew before I did. You can't leave me yet, okay? You promised. [ his voice breaks again, but he continues. ] You promised me we'd go home and you wouldn't leave. You have to come back.