What the hell is he doing? Lio looks from Galo to his hand on Galo's chest, then back to Galo. And that's the thing; Galonis right. He isn't handsy. He doesn't do things like this. Lio Fotia is always in tight control of himself, because anything else risks something dangerous given the flame he wields. So this is worrying.

It's also worrying that it's going to be difficult to forget the feeling of solid muscle beneath his fingers.

Without a word he releases Galo's pec and instead takes his hand. A breath. "Of course I'm taking this seriously. ...sorry. I'm not sure why..." Lio trails off.

If the universe were kinder it'd swallow him up here and now. Or at least clear his mind a little. He notices Galo eyeing the cup. "You can finish it if you want. There's not much left, but it's good." Hell, he can still feel the warmth from it.