Cute. That was what shot through his head like a dart when he looked back and saw how Mao was reacting to his kiss. The boy was just too cute. How the hell did he go from a sultry dancer, to a spitting wildcat, then drama queen, followed by sulking, to... this? Yeah, perhaps Rolan could forgive him all those nasty comments. He was grinning when Mao took his hand away, and continued to do so after.
Yeah, the confidence was back. Cocky confidence that had him not returning to the bench seat he had been sitting at, but snagging a piece of pizza made for him and sitting down on the bench Mao had been on, leaning back in that way boys do. "Pizza is good, Jay," he said, shortening the guys name because, well, shorter was better? "Unless you two want subjected to country music, I suggest skipping me." Not that he didn't know songs that were not country, just, well, he really hated singing without it being to annoy people with hangovers or while suitably intoxicated.