"Nnh," he breathes, only half-listening. "Don't think I'd be a very fitting sidekick."

Gabriel's suit is terrible, not just because it's garish, but because he can't get into it. Gabriel's hands are already under his shirt, but he can't return the favor. He settles for moving his hands up into Gabriel's hair, curling his fingers in just enough to hold him steady, though not hard enough to hurt. "I'm more of a side dish anyway, you know, like something that tides you over. Won't get anywhere shackled to me."

He says this casually, and with good humor.

He punctuates this with another kiss on the mouth, this time deep and lingering, opening his eyes and smiling faintly when he pulls back.