Bringing down more blankets, he lightly wrapped the other in one and sat besides him. "I don't see why you refuse. Is it that big of a deal for you? To have to have sex with others?"
Looking at the French boy, he cupped his cheeks, before leaning in to softly pressed his lips over the others. Barely a kiss. "I....I care for you, but...I don't think I love you."
"... Yeah, yeah I guess. I just... it would be nice to hear it more, okay? You don't have to say you love me, but it would be nice to hear you say that you at least care."
"Mm... probably..." He sighed, snuggling closer. "I've got a lot on my mind, you know? This whole thing, plus I think I've gotten close to finding out why I'm a ghost..."