Jehan decides to make a small pitcher of his Sea Breeze, so he doesn't have to get up to make more. "They've bad rainbow ones now, did you see? The glass is all different colours, of the skulls. We'll have to get some of those next."
Once the pitcher is safely on the coffee table, Jehan settles between Grantaire's legs and makes himself comfortable.
"I've thought about kissing you for a while now, you know," he confesses with a faint blush, sipping at his drink. "Absolute ages, really."