Anthony thinks so too.

He lies there for a minute, then: [Don't suppose you know the time?]

Snuggle. [No, you're the one with the remote sensing power.]

[Doesn't do time, unfortunately.]

He lifts his head up to check the clock, then leans back down. [We have a bit before dinner.]

[You could've asked someone!]

[To ask the time?]

[Yeah.]

[It took like two seconds to look up,] he smirks.

[Two seconds you could've spent kissing me.]

He kisses Anthony just to make his point. Also because Anthony's hot and cute and should be kissed.

Anthony kisses back.

[I hope tomorrow goes okay.]

Sigh. [Yeah.] Dayo squeezes him. [I feel both like saying a thing and like saying that thing will doom us all plus it's incentivised by the wrong thing...]

[… If it's the thing I'm guessing, yeah, sounds like we might be doomed.]

[I won't say it, then.]

[Could say it tomorrow, once we're home and dry.]

['Home.']

[Well.]

[Suppose it will be our new home.]

[Wherever it is, yeah.]

Snuggle. [Ugh.]

[Should be a positive change.]

[I mean, yes, but still.]

[Yeah.]

He runs his fingers through Anthony's hair. [I feel like fretting but I have no idea what to fret about.]

[Not fretting sounds like a better idea, then.]

[Well yes but then what will I do with all this nervous energy? Not that what we just did does not help a lot,] he concedes. [Speaking of, perhaps a shower is in order. You never did let me finish cleaning you up.]

[Shower is probably a good idea,] agrees Anthony. [Now?]