If Ankh thought about it, it was uncharacteristic, how much he showed them or how tender he was. He could ruffle under a hand on his shoulder or freeze at a hug, but slowly kissing either of them, feeling the smooth texture of Hina's hips or the warmth of her breath on his neck as he cupped her breast, the light through Eiji's hair in the early morning or the way his smile felt against Ankh's thigh, it was something he couldn't not indulge in all of that.

He also didn't think about it, he was always more for showing then talking, and for not thinking about what he did. If he wanted to memorize every inch of Eiji's mouth, then he just would, closing his eyes to better focus on the feel of Eiji's fingers or his lips. Content to stay in the odd position for as long as he needed to, until both their mouths had gone from cool to warm to hot.