"You certainly look it, friend." As the shuttle pulls up into a dark alleyway, Nihlus sighs quietly and sits up with a slow stretch, turning his attention back to the human. "When was the last time you rested, Shiro? Really... really rested?"

He lets that question sink in for a beat before moving, unclipping his seat belt and flipping his TAB out of his coat pocket. A little 'ping!' rings out from the gloom, the notification of a payment being sent, and then the ruffle of thick fabric over leather.

There's a hand sliding under Shiro's chin, cupping his jaw, gently turning his head so that Nihlus could lean in- and press warm mouth plates against his lips. Barely a touch, barely a whisper of pressure.

"Thank you," he murmurs, pulling back slightly. "For the ride."