The kiss helped. It always did. Mostly because it forced him to focus in on a singular, fixed point, and tied his wandering thoughts to a post. He let out a sigh when Mingyu pulled away again, his eyes dropping into his lap even as he felt the brush of thumbs on his cheek.

"That's what I'm trying to do," he mumbled. "Find a way to keep going. Find it, not just... let zombie warlords or space invasions or whatever else is next decide it for us."

He couldn't speak for that little part of him that still whispered that it was possible. That with magical that powerful, he could remake the world if he wanted. Or at least pull a timeline off away from the others and make it their own.