Cael gave a soft sigh the moment those fingers drifted away from his cheeks, reluctant to part so soon from that tender touch. Without even realizing he was doing so, his neck craned and he leaned his head forward, chasing that caress until their contact disconnected.  He was left feeling a lingering cold from the separation, as if the hand that took the soul's of the departed away from tho world held all the lingering sunshine in the wake of such a dark, despairing day. The heart thumping in his chest skipped a beat the more their eyes remained locked, those dark eyes unreflective endless pools like a lake in a dark cavern. All encompassing, almost all draining.<br/><br/>As Ciarán retold about the victims of the collision, Cael looked over his shoulder at the bodies being carted away on stretchers. His face remained impassive as he observed, blinking but not showing signs of empathy. Years had tempered any emotional reaction towards those that lost their lives, a trait that both cursed him and helped him in his line of work. "Thirteen dead, huh? I'm surprised the number wasn't higher than that."<br/><br/>It was curious, though, learning a small fact that technically meant no consequence, but was interesting nonetheless. "How come you can't help those injured, though? Are you only able to take souls away, or can you actually heal those that are on the brink? There has to be some way that you saved me, when I was supposed to-" he abruptly stopped mid sentence, aware that despite his normally covert nature, talking to Ciarán in this moment was drawing attention. He realized that the reporters were giving him funny looks, suspiciously glancing in his direction. While Cael could see the man in the finely tailored suit standing before him with only a wooden barrier between them, the rest of the media personal could not. Neither could those that worked in the medical field, or they would have urged him to move out of the way. No, the living brunette was standing there, hands in his coat pockets talking to thin air as naturally as casual conversation.<br/><br/>When the woman reporter beside him fumbled in her words and started to trail off, he shut his trap completely. Best not to give anyone a reason to have the police arrest him, since he had no studio I.D. tags on his person.<br/><br/>"I think...going someplace else to talk would be a great idea. I'm starting to look like a crazy person, and your job is finished right?" there was a slight urgency to his voice, emphasized by the delicate bite of his bottom lip. By the way the delicate skin on the lobe was worn down, it was a habit the young man unconsciously engaged in often. He leaned forward so this time, he was invading Ciarán's personal space in order to whisper lowly to his interest.<br/><br/>"There's a....park nearby, if you like. Not very big, tucked away between a few apartment buildings, so a lot of people don't know it's there. No one would really notice you, or me. C'mon."<br/><br/>In a pretty forward manner that was much unlike himself, he reached forward and grabbed Ciarán's wrist, pulling him towards him. He couldn't explain why he had the worry that the man would disappear on him unexpectedly, but a deep rooted fear was seared deep in his chest over this fear. Now that they could physically touch, he didn't want to let his guardian slip through his fingers.