He waits and in the meantime tries to relearn how to breathe. A normally mundane thoughtless task surprisingly hard when one is as confused as he is.

But then everything completely stops the moment Sawyers lips meet his. They’re soft. Lips he’s kissed a million times at this point, even if they’re not exactly the same.

His lips part slightly before he kisses him back carefully. Why was he doing this? And why was he returning it? He’s still hesitant to really touch him at this point but his hands naturally find their way to rest on the others hips. Not gripping so much as resting.

“You…don’t have to…”