[And now, herein lies the question, as his laughter dies down beneath the soft press of a kiss and a warm buzzing sort of calm drifts down to cover over him like a phantom blanket: can he do it. Can he stick the landing. Can he fix his eyes on the bar and somehow manage to hurdle over the top of it instead of doing a majestic baseball slide right under like he usually does.]
...Yeah. Me too. I, uh.
[It's strange; he still hasn't said the words themselves, but he doesn't sound flustered or reluctant. If anything, he's just calm and a little bit lazy in his contentment, taking his time in favor of returning Rohan's kiss on his mouth with one pressed affectionately to his temple.]
sounds good to me, yeah!
...Yeah. Me too. I, uh.
[It's strange; he still hasn't said the words themselves, but he doesn't sound flustered or reluctant. If anything, he's just calm and a little bit lazy in his contentment, taking his time in favor of returning Rohan's kiss on his mouth with one pressed affectionately to his temple.]
I like the fish. And I love you, too.