Kiss him or run. Those were his options, and surely it was the whiskey that made him so indecisive. He still wasn't unconvinced that this wasn't a joke but when Merrion braved to meet the captain's eyes again, he was less convinced of it. His breathing still ragged, he quickly averted his eyes, and he knew that his choices were surely as Wil had presented them to him.
Or... both?
His heart pounded in his ears. Kiss or run? Kiss and run? And the fact that he was deliberating between the two... it meant he wanted to... didn't it? It had to.
But...
He moved his chin towards Wil, and then worry and panic seeped in and he pulled back as far as Wil would let him. Oh Faram. What was he doing?