Koby's arms come round his neck and Quentin grins into the little crooked kiss. There's so little he can fear with the other in his arms like this, warm and confident and bright. But there's the reality of it all - that they could leave at any time.

"Well I'd say you're prepared enough for today, don't you? But if you wish to write down my favorite tooth paste, deodorant, socks, color... by all means. I'll answer any questions so long as you answer them in return."

He smiles, leaning into the flutter of kisses, humming when Koby's pinky delicately nudges over his piercing. A small affection he's come to identify with Koby as of late. But it puts the bracelet into view again and he snags the hand with it, bringing the palm to his lips, kissing it sweetly.

"Do you want to tell me about this, hm?" He cheekily hooks a finger into it, givin it a little tug so it snaps against Koby's skin gently.