Oh, well. In that case, he's clearly said something right. His arms loop around Matt's waist, holding him up while the rest of him leans into the kiss. Presses tightly into it. His heart hammering so loud and so hard, he's sure someone can hear it over the roar of the music.

He was, of course, worried over the reaction. That he misread something. That Matt's just softening the blow a bit -- after all, he's messed up before. He's screwed over a relationship before. And he's been trying, all this time, to do better. To be better. He's ready to say so... until Matt pulls back. Until he can see the look on his face.

It does feel right.

It feels more than just right.

I'm romantically stupid, he'd told Sasha, so long ago. And it never felt as apt as it does right now.

"Then... I'm asking. Seriously. Do you want to?"