[He tries to track Ed's hand until he can't and jerks slightly at the playful nose-tap, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. It's obvious they aren't quite talking about the same thing -- and it's little funny that after all the chasing he's done, the scheming and yearning to have Edward Nygma all to himself, something more intimate than the joining of hands and lips never figured into his daydreams.]
Fine. [He's not sure what to do with his hands and tucks them under his arms, jiggling his knee as he thinks things over.] One kiss. Then balance is restored, stars shift back into alignment, and everyone lives happily ever after.
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Fine. [He's not sure what to do with his hands and tucks them under his arms, jiggling his knee as he thinks things over.] One kiss. Then balance is restored, stars shift back into alignment, and everyone lives happily ever after.