The words are all new, things Koby's only ever read so far, concepts and ideas that belong to people in books, people in other places. Not to him. It doesn't change what he feels, how much he loves the beaming man pressing him up against the wall of the pool, but it -- adds something, maybe. That's his boyfriend, kissing him, asking him on a date. It's new, it's dizzying, it's something Koby's never let himself even think to ask for.

So he grins against Quentin's mouth, cradles his face for that last kiss, then reaches back to tug himself up onto the edge of the pool, sitting there for a moment and adjusting his glasses. "New bracelets," he repeats, cheeks flushed. "Purple and green. Right?" This is also new, the idea of seeking out the warmth, the affection of others while still returning to one bed night after night, a home port amidst the myriad journeys. But it's...nice, too. Koby thinks of Louis, of his partners, of the warmth he carries for others in the house as well. He thinks of his own connections, how they don't cheapen or nullify what he feels for Quentin too. It's complicated, but it's also wildly, wildly simple.

And he grins, scooting back and offering his hand to help Quentin out of the pool. "And maybe some new clothes. I think we'll both get cold, soaking wet like this." Not that he minds the shirtless, soggy look for Quentin, if the way he stares, the way he teethes at his lower lip is any indication.