[Being cold and soaked was an inconvenience he paid no attention to. He just wanted to be near Liquid so badly that it hurt. He had to see him, touch him... there was a specific desire to worship in Ocelot's character, to find someone who he felt was deserving and give them his life. But with Liquid it went beyond one-sided affection, feeding needs he had pushed away, that he had denied being desperate for.]

[He kissed him hungry, slippery hands gripping the sides of Liquid's face. His motions were desperate, as if he had very little time and couldn't do enough.]