there's a relief which floods through them with the touch of silver's lips to theirs. they want to melt into him, let their leg buckle & gravity lull them into silver's body against the structural integrity of their prosthetic, but the most they permit of themselves to do so is lift their free hand & slip it betwixt silver's arm and his side. weight's borne into their cane in the other hand, and boyfriend's tugged against him with a passion which says, "you have no idea how much i needed this right now."

it's only as they need to breathe that they reluctantly draw back, but the aforementioned resignation is subsided with full sight of silver's face / argent gaze sweeping their own. "i know you like givin' gifts, but did you ever consider that you showing up at the gym in itself is one?" their eyes soften, indicative of the smile behind their scarf, " 'specially when i just wanna fall face-first on that -" they glance away for sake of emphasizing their cane's point at the couch, "- and not move for like... a year."