Cecille
Raihan once again flinched when he heard the crunch of grass coming from *Over there.* "Hello?" He called out instinctively. His mind quickly thought how *A killer* Wouldn't respond back. Who could it be this late? But when his rationality came back, he realized it might be none other than his lover. "Piers." He voice is warm, full of apology and a hint of begging for mercy. "C'mon. I wanna talk to ya properly... Like how ya would want it, right?" The other is right across the clearing from where he stood. ~~Hopefully it's not a humanoid spirit playing tricks with him.~~ Since Goodra was so adamant about it before, he'd have to initiate. He starts his way toward Piers, closing their distance from each other. He won't continue speaking until he connect his blue eyes' with the cyan ones.
Rebecca
Piers would be lying if he didn't get just the least bit startled by the voice. He didn't say anything back but he looked side to side. Wait... That voice was familiar; it made his heart skip a beat but he wasn't sure if it was from excitement or nervousness. Probably a mix of both. Obstagoon gave a grunt right before Raihan stumbled over to them. So *That's* What got Piers so dazed and acting weird? He knew it too; the scent was spot on. 
"Raihan," Piers gasped; it was very soft. *Hold it, just because Rai sounded like that didn't mean he should forgive him immediately!* When he turned around, he looked up to the tall man. There he was, looking down at him with those beautiful blue eyes. Piers tried his hardest to keep his gaze down but it just didn't work. He opened his mouth but then closed it. He crossed his arms and looked up to him, tilting hos head ever so slightly to the side. It wasn't like he meant it but, the moonlight hit his face and shined on his eyes just a little. He was waiting. 
"...Anytime tonight, Rai." He spoke, letting out a breathless chuckle.
Cecille
Arceus. The damn moonlight had to reflect off of Piers' fair skin. It brought him back to the time when Raihan first realized he loved the guy... Which wasn't too long ago. Raihan also opens his mouth to speak. It shut, though, when his Sandaconda could be heard slithering behind him in its quiet judging ways. After that, the lanky male continues to ogle at the other, as if he forgot (yet again) the reason why he's there. It's not until Piers words told him to practically hurry that Raihan choke on his spit from drooling over Piers (not really, but it's a funny thought!).

His mouth would open and close silently... Until he break the awkwardness between the two by lunging for a hug. He grips the skinnier male between his arms tightly, resting his face in the shoulder of the other one. That familiar warmth and his scent is enough to make Raihan's knees go weak. He had the words, but he couldn't say it at the moment. Instead, his whole body gestures show that he missed Piers. While distracted cuddling with the guy, he'd mumble in the other. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry for being insensitive, okay?" He continues embracing Piers, trying to envelope all of his body in his arms, not wanting to let go. His heart beats crazily in his chest of worry and happiness.
Rebecca
What, did something catch his tongue? Piers shifted around a bit. Stop it, Rai—he wasn't used to being looked at in *That* Way. Might as well show the whole world how much he blushed, since pink spread from the bridge of his nose to his cheeks. *Say something...* He'd think as he stared up at Raihan. Maybe the message would get through somehow. 

The hug that followed was more than any words he could have said. The way Raihan practically threw himself onto Piers, holding him as if he hadn't for a lifetime. He missed him... Raihan missed him so much. It couldn't have been more than what, two hours. And yet Piers understood how it felt. He was holding on and he wasn't letting go, was he. Piers stood there, body as limp as a ragdoll as he Raihan clung to him. With Raihan so close to his ear, he didn't have to speak louder than a whisper to hear those words. There they were. That's exactly what he wanted to hear. His own heart was able to relax, even though Raihan's was still beating like there was no tomorrow. Eventually Piers brings his arms up. His arms wrap around Raihan's waist, pulling him in just that much more. 
"Mhm, I know." He just couldn't *Help* Being smug for a second. He rubbed Raihan's back. "You're fine, I ain't mad at ya anymore." Piers felt the urge to peck his cheek; but did he deserve it? Mmm... Not yet. "I wanted ya to listen, cause it was me talkin' straight from the heart. And... Maybe I shouldn't have tried tossin' your phone into a cave." 
His hands kept rubbing in rhythmic circles around his back.
Cecille
Those massages at his back made Raihan want them to stay lumped up like this forever. But he has to say more than "I'm sorry." Pulling back some, he also holds Piers by the waist, going for eye contact. "I know... I mean, I'm the one who asked ya how ya felt 'bout me... And then I went and did *That.* Old habits die hard, P, but I shouldn't have ignore ya like that. Next time, I'm gonna turn 'Do Not Disturb' on." He could have offered to turn his whole phone off altogether... But Raihan still wants to take pictures of them together! "I wouldn't have blamed ya if ya threw my phone into the cave." He sniffed before going in for a hug again.

Since getting spoiled by "Likes" In social media, but "Hate" From trolls, it's different when someone's *Emotional* With him. Raihan couldn't help but... Get a bit teary-eyed from it. Then, wordlessly, he backs from Piers again. Their faces are close, nose almost touching. Close for a kiss, but Raihan doesn't want to go for it if Piers isn't in the mood yet. His hands would gently squeeze the other's waist since they're groping there anyway. He feels the tightness in his chest and throat as he starts to say the cheesy, but right words that might just help this situation. "I love ya, Piers. I'm glad if ya... Aren't angry with me anymore then..." Darnit, he really wants to kiss the guy. Should he just do it? 'Apology kiss' they call it? He leans down more, enough so that his breath brushes the other's upper lip, offering Piers the next move.

And Sandaconda flicks its forked tongue.