Kieran could have kissed him again, just because of the look on Jude's face. But he could kiss him more at home than he could here, so they — simply had to make it a block. Kieran tugged the door to the tenement open with force when they got there, and kept Jude's hand clasped in his on the way up the crooked stairs. He nearly fumbled with the key and then they were in, he pushed the door shut behind him with his foot, and they were in and alone and safe in the darkened apartment.

He'd kept his grip on Jude's hand the entire walk over. Kieran looked at him, still disbelieving — like Jude was a precious thing that he could not believe he was allowed to touch. Because he couldn't believe he was allowed to touch Jude; he could not believe that Jude had kissed him.

"Kiss me again," Kieran said, tone plaintive — they needed to kiss more, for him to even remotely believe this.