That smile finds its way back on his face when Mick leans forward to press their foreheads together. There's something weird and fluttery in his stomach when Mick does things like that. "Good."

His eyes drop for a second before leveling at Mick again, "So...that means we're good, right?" he slips one hand out of his pocket, fumbling and a little awkward as he reaches for Mick's, tangling their fingers together.