[It doesn't take anything Earth-shattering or fairy-tale for Grant, who had half-expected Shiro to give another reason just to ignore the plant or to put his foot down and tell Grant for sure that this wasn't going to happen, to flush another couple shades brighter as his heart jumps in his chest.
He only leans enough to make it a little easier for Shiro to reach, not wanting to seem... too eager. Shiro's just going along with a silly tradition, and that might be more than Grant expected - and could, perhaps, be a sign of some kind of progress in Shiro's recovery from his husband's disappearance - but it still doesn't necessarily mean much.
Just like that, whatever bubble of excitement he had built up pops. He holds until Shiro breaks contact, and, with any luck, the combination of the flush lingering on his cheeks and his own effort will be enough to mask any external sign of the sudden deflating-balloon feeling in his chest when they move apart.]
Uh... [What does he say now?] ...Thanks.
[...Sure. That works. Especially if he takes the slice of cake for Chip, so maybe he's got plausible deniability on what he was thanking Shiro for.]
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He only leans enough to make it a little easier for Shiro to reach, not wanting to seem... too eager. Shiro's just going along with a silly tradition, and that might be more than Grant expected - and could, perhaps, be a sign of some kind of progress in Shiro's recovery from his husband's disappearance - but it still doesn't necessarily mean much.
Just like that, whatever bubble of excitement he had built up pops. He holds until Shiro breaks contact, and, with any luck, the combination of the flush lingering on his cheeks and his own effort will be enough to mask any external sign of the sudden deflating-balloon feeling in his chest when they move apart.]
Uh... [What does he say now?] ...Thanks.
[...Sure. That works. Especially if he takes the slice of cake for Chip, so maybe he's got plausible deniability on what he was thanking Shiro for.]