"Yeah, like almost a proper date and shit, except I can't really take you out. Maybe next Hogsmeade weekend," Gamzee continues happily. He dips his head and places a little kiss at Tavros's temple, before sliding his hand down to the other boy's hip, just above the brace, where he squeezes warmly.

"But what should we be doing with this little motherfucker? Does he need to eat or something, too?"