[Makes a soft acknowledging sound, not wanting to comment on it. Another kiss, this time to the temple, then he draws back, straightens so he isn't bending over him. But his hands stay, touching at his shoulders, then upward, pointedly avoiding the collar. Touching his face. He just wants this right now, but he doesn't want to look at him.]

It'll be nicer once we get home. Once I'm back at my place.

[A deep breath, almost a sigh. He can feel the weight of the pistol in his pocket. It makes the words stick in his mouth - they don't come easily.]

When you come by I'll make sure to have some decent coffee on.