Tavros has managed to wedge himself up in a tiny ball against Gamzee's chest, fingers clinging white knuckled into the front of the larger boy's shirt until he finally had the presence of mind to let go and curl his arms around Gamzee in a tight hug. His breath is still coming in short, quick pants. He's hot and sticky and sweaty and so very, very content.

Finally, he lifts his head up to look at the object of his undying affection, somehow managing to still look bashful after all of that even with his tiny smile.