It was ridiculous to feel disappointed by the answer to a question that Leon already knew the answer to, and yet here he was. He was tempted to follow the line of questioning: the whos and then whens and the how seriouses, but he decided the better idea would be to seek out Alex's mouth again. After all, right now, none of that mattered. The who and the when was Leon and now.
His fingers found the edge of Alex's underwear. Tentatively, he ran them along the inside of the band, from the back of Alex's hips to the front, testing his boundaries. If this was where he was supposed to reassure Alex that he'd meant to kiss him too, well, he never had been very good at picking up those kind of cues.
"Anything else you wanna ask? I'll do my best to answer."