The tension doesn't deter him, though his head tilts as he instead cups the side of Floyd's face.

It isn't until he gets Floyd's face back on level that he presses their foreheads together. The warmth of his twin's face is practically scalding against his own, but it's an enjoyable heat. While he's never particularly bothered to consider these types of things before, it feels almost impossible not to think about them now. Perhaps it's the situation... or maybe just because he doesn't want to see Floyd suffer or struggle here.

He has too much faith in him to let him crumble over something like this, so he presses their lips together.