For someone who was so used to just taking what he wanted, Alexander had been doing it a lot less since his divorce. Being served had knocked his whole world off-kilter, and the normally brash, outspoken warrior king had become more withdrawn. So even though he had wanted nothing more than to kiss Hephaestion, a small part of him wasn't sure how it had been received.
But he'd also never been one to turn down an outright invitation. He put down his glass with a sharp clink and closed the gap between himself and Hephaestion, pressing their lips together. One hand was curled around the back of Hephaestion's neck and the other held onto his waist, maybe it was for contact, maybe it was an anchor. He wasn't totally sure, and he didn't really care to examine it much further right now.