Hearing that he must have been feeling great made Graham smirk but he said nothing in response. He wasn’t really feeling that great and he had the suspicion that he didn’t honestly look great either but the compliment did do something for him. It was nice to hear at any rate given everything that was going on. A little feeding the ego didn’t hurt anyone after having injuries that were well life threatening. He knew he shouldn’t have gone into the fighting after he was injured by Bellatrix Lestrange at the Ministry, but when he realized that Mandy was out there along with several other IS members, well he couldn't leave them there now could he? Especially Mandy with as close as they’d become.
Still, part of him did feel guilty that he’d done it and had not only made Terence’s job a bit harder by being injured and giving him yet another person to worry about and look after, but also that he’d stood him up and had made being a ‘hero’ of sorts a bigger priority. He was no hero and he would say that forever. Frankly, he didn’t know how he got where he was without dying. Probably because Bones hadn’t been trying to hurt him, she’d been trying to disarm him. Still he had a hex with her name on it next time they had cause to fight with the DA - or maybe just to satisfy the fact that he was injured worse due to her and he was vindictive enough to take it out on her.
Looking up when his face was grabbed, Graham had barely enough time to register what was happening before he was kissing Terence. He immediately let all thoughts of everything else slide away, at least for the moment, as he focused on what mattered to him. This. Terence. Them - whatever they were.
When they parted, Graham couldn’t help the smirk that formed once more, a small smile blooming from it as he pulled Terence closer to him. “I have no desire to play the hero again,” he promised, his tone showing sincerity in that regard. “All I want is to grab those idiots with Potter and find the fastest way home. I’d like to live long enough to figure out what’s happening with us. I can’t exactly sort everything out with you if I die, now can I?” There, he’d finally admitted it. He wanted this and, as painful and as hard as it was to know what waited on him at home, he was willing to defy everything in order to have it.