Setsun smiles. Probably for the first time in days. He turns slightly, brushing away the hand that was washing him and moving up. Without asking, or warning, he presses his lips to the beastman's in what perhaps was the most akward kiss in history. Still, the message was clear. "You're not a monster . . ." he lays his head against the muscular chest, wrapping his arms around the broad neck, "you're perfect . . ."