"Remember that time we slow danced in my room?" He laughs a little and it's genuinely warm as he ducks his head, hands sliding up along the curve of the other man's back. Somehow, they've been creating moments— memories with one another and he's not sure how or when that happened... but also can't bring himself to stop either.

Tilt of his head, he smiles a little. "You're gonna have to pick the music this time."