Kieran pouted for a second, an expression he tried not to use often, because he had dignity - or if he did not have dignity, he at least had stubbornness. Although perhaps it would not be good to appear too needy, either, and he reversed the expression, slouched against the brick wall, casual. "Alright," Kieran said. The press of Yousef's palm against him, separated just by a few layers of cloth -- there was going to be a next time.

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