St John felt the bed dip a little as Remy sat down, but it wasn't until he felt the soft brush of lips just beside his mouth that he opened his eyes.
He blinked at Remy, frowning a little more, trying to work out why Remy had kissed him.
It was kind of too much to hope for that he wanted to. John wasn't blind; only the thought of losing Remy's friendship had stopped him from making a move. Couldn't dare expect Remy to want the same thing.
But the way Remy was looking back at him, calm and friendly, made John want to lean in, brush his lips against Remy's. So he did.