"Just remember, you agreed to this if anyone asks." Not that Mobius wants anyone to find out. It feels like a long talking to a some paperwork.
Mobius doesn't want to feel nervous, but he is. He can't remember ever kissing anyone. His whole existence as far back as he remembers has been work. But he still steps closer, no matter his feelings, and lifts a hand to Loki's cheek. "Last chance to run?"