Raju kisses him back a great deal more slowly than he'd have been able to a few minutes ago, fingers sliding up Francis' sides, palms over Francis' stomach and his chest. He pulls back smiling, quiet for another moment while he enjoys the close view of Francis' eyes.

"Come on," he decides happily, hand sliding down Francis' arm for his hand as he steps away, turning, with no regard for the loose, wobbly feeling at his knees. It'll be another challenge, like the way the snow melts under his shoes as he moves over it. He isn't sure if he's run before feeling quite this way. "I said we'd run back, didn't I? Are you as quick on the ground as you are in the air?"