Yeah. And you're gonna be pissy about it the whole time, aren't you.

[He shifts his head, just slightly, and gently brings his hand back to the back of Kakyoin's head, cradling it like it's permission to stay hidden against the column of his neck.]

Well. It could be worse.

[He brushes his fingers up and down the shallow length of the nape of Kakyoin's neck, between where his hairline ends and his shoulders begin.]

Sooner or later someone's gonna have to tell your mom about me.