Booster & Ted
"Ted... you don't have to apologize. I was guilty of a lot of the same shit." This night was meant to be one giant distraction from his feelings for the other man. If it had been anything else he wouldn't have insisted that they take part in this lock and key thing. He would've been happy to just go on the way they always had. If it weren't for the sweat and the heart emojis forcing his true feelings front and center he probably would've continued to do just that. They were both guilty of being pretty terrible.
He frowned as Ted explained his reasoning, hating the way that mention of his death and the possibility that he could die again made him feel. Booster wasn't sure that was too terrible of an excuse to hold back, at least, for awhile. In the end maybe it was just more of a reason for them to talk, to acknowledge these feelings, and figure out where to go from there.
That thought, however, was entirely too mature and responsible for his own tastes. He knew exactly what he would choose if asked and the idea of talking about it, weighing the pros and cons, or going over what could happen just felt like too much talking. Too many excuses. He loved Ted. He knew that. The rest didn't matter. They'd deal with the repercussions of their actions, the way they always did.
It was hard to think this was something he'd ever regret when Ted leaned in to kiss him. He returned the kiss, allowing it to linger for a few long moments before ending it. He didn't move away or try to put any space between them. He'd always wanted Ted as close as possible. "Let's go home, Teddy." He murmured. "This was fun but I'd rather be curled up on the couch with you... even if we don't end up actually watching anything."
Their routine probably wouldn't change too much. The two of them had already been close enough that people assumed they were dating. There was just more to it now.