Dennis glanced over at Jimmy, smiling a little. "Thank you." He thought that was the right response. He wasn't sure, though. He could be wrong. His brow furrowed at that.
For a moment, Dennis's expression faltered and he wondered if he was doing something wrong. He blushed a little, looking down. "Well, you said..." There was a vaguely uncertain look. "Well, I'm not good at throwing...and...you said you liked being kissed...and I didn't want you to...but then-"
He felt his cheeks heat up a little. "I don't know. I just thought of it and I wasn't sure...that it would be good or not...and if it isn't-" And he wasn't making much sense, he supposed. "Well, do you want me to stop? I can. Did I get this wrong? I don't know what I'm doing and I'm sorry...and-" Oh, bugger it. He might as well kiss him anyway. Jimmy would stop him if he didn't like it and Dennis wasn't sure he'd shut up until he made himself.