He can’t help but protest the idea of getting off her lap by by giving her a slow, playful kiss before he slides off her and moves to sit on the couch on his own so she can try the hair for him. “This works but I have one condition,” he says settling in to have his hair worked with.

“It’s a simple request, really- when we come back from exploring town later today I wanna make out like teenagers,” he tells her with a smirk.

There’s millions of things he doesn’t know, and hasn’t learned, but he knows that kissing her always feels good and well, he’s been thinking about making out proper since he woke up with her on his chest and looked so perfect and like his.