There's no strength in his hands, but that small fingers strike out all the same to cup behind Johann's head before they tangle in his hair and tug.

"Don't say stupid things," is hissed out in between small, feathery breaths. As his tiny nails bite into Johann's scalp-

"You're mine. Every inch, every drop, every aggravating, thrice-broken bone in your stupid, too-tall body."