He laughs again. He can't help it. At the look that flickers over Neil's face and the tone of his words and simple fact that they're here like this and at everything. He laughs, leans in and kisses Neil again, a little faster and a little harder.

"Fuck," he chuckles. "You and Hobbes, you'll make a fucking romantic outta me." And really, Eostre's already got him halfway there.