"I never was such the smartass before I met you," Riku said, turning a little and laying his head on Sora's chest once the brushing had become a lazy kind of brushing. "You just bring out the best in me, Sora."
Right now, weather nice enough for picnic seemed AGES away. But it was nice to dream about. "Yeah," Riku said, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. "Can we not have potato salad? That stuff is seriously nasty. Or maybe everyone should bring something, kind of potluck style."