Leo pulls him in close, finding that at least sense memory was still there. He can still hold Rafael around the waist and know exactly where his hands should fall. And that's good. Rafael doesn't seem quite right. Worried? Maybe. It's difficult to tell without being able to see his face. In case, Leo kisses his forehead, gently.

"Yeah?" That doesn't sound necessarily bad, but he still presses. "How's that?"