[It's hard to say if Dion realizes what a treacherous crossroads he finds himself at. No longer did they need to hide behind the teasing excuse of decency and appearances. They were both grown men, ones who had mutually agreed to whatever such a relationship might entail. The only thing really holding them back was the threat of the kettle's steam inevitably interrupting whatever they got up to.

But such thoughts are as far from Dion's mind as they could possibly be. Right now, he thinks only of the radiance in Joshua's smile. He returns the gesture from only a scant few moments prior, pushing stray hair behind Joshua's ear. It's become such a familiar, comforting gesture, the act of reaching out and caring for him. Dion's already grown so used to it.]

I admit that I am at a lost. I find myself... terribly distracted by what's before me, and cannot form a single thought.

[It isn't a lie. He tries to think forward, but finds himself drawn back by the gravity of Joshua's gaze. In the end, it's instinct alone that wins out, his body naturally leaning forward as he's pulled into the orbit of Joshua's person. He hesitates for only a second, giving Joshua his own chance to pull back. Failing that, though, he steals a quick and chaste kiss.]