"Jokes on you, when you're around I'm just the weirdo part," he snarks mightily. Stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the backhandedness of his own words.

when Kyle's arms wind around him and pull him in, he resists not to resist but just to make Kyle haul him in a little harder and when he does, that little remark catches him off guard. Enough to turn his face a kind of pink that could rival his hair. "What's ok?" he asks and doesn't know why waiting for an answer makes him nervous.

"Yeah. Adorable. What are you gonna do about it?"