[ tighnari's hands in cyno's hoodie loosen, and he lifts them to bracket cyno's face, cradling his jaw in both padded palms, his thumbs smoothing over cyno's cheeks. pulling him in, he presses a soft kiss to his lips, then another. ]

You're my mate. Of course I don't want to share you. I'm capable of jealousy, as well.

[ he nudges their noses together. ]

But I trust you. And I want you to feel better.