The moment Tiberius was over on his side of the couch, Fletcher had to remind his brain to do some of the thinking in this situation. Especially with Tiberius kissing his neck and whispering into his ear and putting his hand in his lap. That was clearly a difficult task. However, he managed after a moment to write his goodbye before setting his quill down, journal dropping from his hands and onto the floor.
"Goodbye," he murmured, a slight smirk working its way across his lips as he arched up into Tiberius' hand. "And hello."